Reds...
Monday, November 30, 2015
Saturday, November 28, 2015
Age 25 days
Blues.
New home for reds.
Temps.
The great migration.
They like it.
Family picture. :)
The numbers: blues = 133; reds 129.
New home for reds.
Temps.
The great migration.
They like it.
Family picture. :)
The numbers: blues = 133; reds 129.
Friday, November 27, 2015
Thursday, November 26, 2015
Age 22 days
Blues. I'm wondering how will they turn out. They look like tutti frutti to me. :)
Reds.
Reds.
Tuesday, November 24, 2015
Monday, November 23, 2015
Sunday, November 22, 2015
Friday, November 20, 2015
Age 17 days (part 2)
Big boys play with big toys. Watch my seventeen days red babies taking on their first
frozen food meal, to be more specific, adult artemia salina. ;)
Thursday, November 19, 2015
Age 16 days
Age: 2 weeks and 2 days.
"Blues" being... well...blues. :)
And a smaller version...
"Reds" playing the catch up game. Not being an iridescent layer/color, red will be late to the party, at least on the body, but those fins should color up faster. Unfortunately, blue washes will be a part of the game, but the parents were far from perfect in this respect, with the mother being the only red fish from her spawn.
"Blues" being... well...blues. :)
"Reds" playing the catch up game. Not being an iridescent layer/color, red will be late to the party, at least on the body, but those fins should color up faster. Unfortunately, blue washes will be a part of the game, but the parents were far from perfect in this respect, with the mother being the only red fish from her spawn.
Age 15 days (part 3)
Meanwhile, the red empire, age 15 days, is moving forward, guns blazing
and taking no prisoners. :) Some of them are already gulping air from
surface. I also witnessed a sustained fight between two siblings. I
think talking colors is right around the corner. ;)
Age 15 days (part 2)
No, of course no jarring, I'm just messing with ya. :)
The lone fry was a scout, sent ahead to test the new home for the "blue" brotherhood. The "blues" were losing the race with their "red" cousins, who are noticeably bigger and are eating about two or three times more brine shrimp than the blues, without having the numbers on their side (or so I think). So I decided to move the blue team in a home as big as the red's.
The cramped blues.
Operation teleport.
Beam me up, Scotty!
Energizing!
Almost there...
Ready? Yes, sir!
The invasion is over, all 134 soldiers survived. Place your bets gentlemen, the race is on! :)))
PS: I put a mark on the fist sign of iridescence of a fry...
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