Greetings, devoted readers. I have finally returned after an extended absence due to non fish-related matters. But all is well, for I bring wonderful news from the wilderness. The arrival of two final fish into the tank signals the end of my labours: this grand project is at last complete. The Age of Apistogramma is …
The Cat(fish) Creeps
Ever watchful, the catfish lurks under cover of bogwood, silently waiting for the veil of darkness to conceal her somnambulant wanderings. Part cat, part creep, all fish: the strange vision that now affronts your eyes is none other than Helen the Clown Plecostomus, arriving at the tank but two days ago. Tangled roots perplex her …
The Tenant of Coconut Hall
Regular readers will remember this sorry narrative of several weeks past, in which the tank's new development, Coconut Cove, was not taken up by any new residents. The lonely doorways of Coconut Cove, its chill floors and pock-marked ceilings are a reminder of well-laid plans gone awry. The mournful entrance to one of the empty …
FISH HAVE ARRIVED
It's been a while since my last post, mainly because I've been away doing family stuff. When I left you, I was currently cycling my tank by feeding it fish food, coconut cove was untenanted, and my ammonia levels were steadily dropping. In my absence, I somehow persuaded a friend to keep feeding an empty …
I’m Going To Put A Fish In A Coconut
I might even put two in there. To clarify, I'm not going to catch a live fish and then stuff it in to a coconut like some sort of horrible Del Boy-style cocktail. If you bear with me, you will see that my plan makes loads of sense. Perhaps further clarification is necessary. At the …
Fish ladder!
My tank is perched on the top of a chest of drawers positioned at the foot of our bed. Don't worry, being from the olden days it's very sturdy and definitely won't collapse in the night, sending 90 litres of water, glass and rocks crashing to the floor and ruining our lives. The upshot of …
I’ve gone a bit weird and I like it.
I had a goldfish for nearly 11 years, but then he (she? it? I've no idea) died, so now I've got an empty tank with no fish. I've always wanted tropical fish, so I've taken Swampy's untimely demise as an opportunity to get some. Trying to care for a sick fish meant I did a …
Swamplog 