But during rainy days, the fishes and plants start to dwell in the stream.

The fish have regained consciousness and are starting to feed.

The water stirred and humped as the great fish started to rise again.

But, above all for me, the little fishes start their elaborate courtship rituals.

Because the line was fastened to the boat, when that fish started swimming, he took me with him.

The sun was rising for the third time since he had put to sea when the fish started to circle.

In the last hour of light, the fish started to feed.

The sky started to darken, the wind picked up and the fish started to hit.

After a while the fish stopped beating at the wire and started circling slowly again.

The other fish will start eating the eggs and picking at the gravel to find them.