Thursday, December 6, 2012

I'm too lazy to write... have some photos!

I promised an article on simple living. That will be coming tomorrow. Instead, have a blast-fax of photos!

 This little guy was a relatively new arrival and very, very friendly.
 RED CRABS! In all seriousness, these little guys are fun little pets. Maybe not suitable to a community, but an all-inverts tank would be nice.
 This attention-hungry Ranchu goldfish has no dorsal fin, like all members of his breed. He seems somehow pensive and questioning.
 Compressiceps Cichlids from Lake Malawi, known as Malawi Eye-Biters. Vicious creatures. The more colourful of the fish is the dominant male in the tank.
 This ornery little fella is a crayfish - a freshwater lobster, which seems fascinating and exotic to people around here, but I'm told these are actually fairly common in other areas, especially in the US South.
 This is Dante. Dante's a friend of mine from work. He's an agile little guy, and always seems to find a way to get himself into trouble when he's out, so he and I are getting pretty close with all the rescuing we're doing. I'd call him about half grown right now (maybe 3'8"), so he's got a way to go yet. I know Hog Island Boas are supposed to be largely blind, but he seems to be able to recognize his reflection/image in my phone. Whenever I'm using it as a camera, he tries to get at it.
 These guys here are Heckli cichlids - reasonably timid little critters, who can handle somewhat-communal living arrangements and are absolutely gorgeous adults.
 A Fahaka puffer like this is a gorgeous pet, as long as you don't mind only having the one fish in a rather large tank. She's pretty spunky and personable - takes crickets right out of my hand.
 Everyone loves the molly tank because they're all so responsive to the sights of people coming and going, and the gestures you make toward them. Here they are, mugging for the camera.
Recently, someone dropped off a second Alexandrine parrot for us. She's a little more cultured than our speaking Alexandrine, and it turns out she understands the "climb up" command, and doesn't mind going for walks too badly. I snapped this photo while she was riding my shoulder one morning, waiting for our small animals expert to come back from the bathroom. For some reason, she didn't want the parrot in there with her.

It's fun to be a babysitter sometimes.

Crammed in on the left, there, I have supper: a chicken breast, sweet potatoes, and a loaf of home-made (somewhat flat) bread.


  1. The parrot on your shoulder, can it mimic your voice? What is the mechanism behind the parrot's mimickery?

    1. The one on my shoulder cannot, but another of the same species at our store can. I've never fully understood the mechanism of a parrot's speech, but from my experience with them, it seems to be a social mechanism more than any sort of comprehension.