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For the Love of Gobies |
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Lucky has made himself right at home here, and appears to love all of the wonderful caves I've been able to provide for him. He gets along well with his tank mates, and after watching him hop around in his bag for almost 15 minutes, I was happy to release him into his new home, eager to see his response. I turned out the light and sat quietly and still as he immediately found the largest cave to hide in. After only a few seconds he poked his head out, and bounced around from cave to cave. Remember that electric blue damsel that survived the cycling? Do you remember that it came from the same tank at the store where Lucky had lived, becoming tank mates there, and now being reunited? I was eager to see if there was even the slightest hint of recognition, and was happy to see that the two were quickly sharing the same caves peacefully. They almost seemed to seek each other out, romping together, but never aggressive towards the other. Maybe the research into the memory spans of fish is something else we will have to cover somewhere on this website. Lucky has been home about 2 weeks now, and seems to be thriving. I have found that if I use the angled panes of glass on the sides of the tank, he comes out to "investigate" rather quickly. At feeding time he's always on alert, and appears to eat his fill. His fin has almost grown in completely from the tattered mess it was at the store, though it is still just a bit smaller than the other one. After one full week of thriving in his kingdom, I again decided that my tank wasn't yet complete. I needed something else. At work I had fallen in love with yet another fish. This time not a special single fish, but rather the species. |
We had received a shipment of Pebble Butterfly Fish, and
I found them absolutely elegant. Graceful and colorful, bright and
active. This was just the thing I needed to compliment my
tank. Knowing that Lucky was a peaceful creature, and my only
concern being the damsel and how he would appreciate any other tank
mates, I discussed with Rob how much room was left for fish in my
tank. It seemed sort of empty, and lonely at this point, and was
doing so well. He agreed that I still had room for a couple of
damsels. The pebble butterfly fish I had grown fond of was another
option because of it's slow growth rate and small size at present.
He also introduced me to the banded shrimp who could help to keep my
tank "tidy".
I decided to start with a pair of damsels. This time they would be of the same species, although small they were fun little fish to watch. I chose 2 black and gold chromos. I took them home and upon floating the bag, saw something that rather surprised me. |
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