The baby clowns have entered the tank. Quarantine is over. Four out of five survived to start their new life here in my care. It's funny how tiny they look next to the Burmese Loach - his name is Peterman, by the way. I've always considered him a runt, because he was half the size of the Yoyo Loach who succumbed to ich. He's a strong little guy, obviously. He's been active all morning, and as the clowns entered one-by-one, it riled him up even more. I don't know about inter-species activity between loaches. I guess we'll find out. Peterman really deserves another Burmese to pal around with. Three or four, actually. But, one fish at a time.
The babies are exploring and finding hidey holes, as loaches are wont to do. I've tweaked a few of the pieces of shale to allow for more caves where they can feel comfortable. I recall that it was several years before my clowns were regularly out and about, and Bug Eye never did feel very comfortable being exposed the way the others did. I look forward to seeing their personalities develop, and finding out who is the alpha loach.
Seeing that baby do the up-n-down-the-glass dance (all loaches do it, really) reminded me of my last video of my big guys.
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