Here We Go Again!

If anyone ever needed proof of how easily, and regularly, convicts breed, our little albino is it.  Chuck has now laid her third batch of eggs in the space of five and a half to six weeks, and is now happily guarding and fanning them inside the castle ruins in the centre of the tank.  Dad, Rhett the firemouth, is only allowed in after Chuck has done a lap of the tank to check for threats, after about ten seconds she kicks him out and he has to wait for around an hour for her to check again.

Thankfully Chuck doesn't seem to be forcing him into the corner this time.  Oh well, egg removal for me in the morning, I feel so mean taking the eggs away, but there's no way I could re-home them all, and I couldn't keep them all.   

Yes, Colin's right....we need piccies, please!

Aww I bet you do feel mean doing it, but ultimately it's the best thing for your tank and fishies! And I agree - pictures please!

Pictures of the fish and tank, some are blurry, ignore those, I'm a newbie photographer too. 

http://s1075.photobucket.com/user/GaynorMOwen/media/100_0744.jpg.html?sort=2&o=0

Hope the link works.   

Cute! They seem to be enjoying their new love pad anyway!

Haha, I think she does have squatters rights on the castle, she won't leave it and she won't pay rent.  They do seem to like their lovepad, when they're not looking after eggs they spend a lot of time nosing around at everything, moving gravel out of the boat and the castle.  They never look bored.

Today hubby added more gravel, the same colour, which looks pink but is actually purple.  He wanted to create small hills, he didn't like the flat look.  I have to say, now it's done, I much prefer it now.   

Haha, Sue, funny that you should say that, half an hour after hubby finished his gravel masterpiece, Chuck decided she would dig a little pit at the top of the biggest hill and roll the gravel she wasn't happy with down to the bottom.  It was very amusing to watch I have to say, unfortunately hubby wasn't in the room to watch with me, he did wag his finger at her later though.  It amazes me that a fish so small can carry bits of gravel twice the size of her mouth, and to watch her nudging it to the bottom of the hill was brilliant. 

It wouldn't surprise me if the gravel is totally flat again in the morning.