So today I was cleaning out my 10G fry tank and I took the drift wood out like I always do. After cleaning it I put the drift wood back in and tidied up. When I came back to the tank, around 5 minutes later I noticed one of the fry on the counter, he'd come with the wood.
I quickly put him back into the tank but he wasn't breathing so I thought he was a goner. He slowly started breathing but looked pretty bad, wasn't swimming well, etc...
The other fry started harassing him and I was about to take him out when I noticed something I found amazing. One of the fry (middle sized) started defending him. The fry would chase all other fry away from the wounded guy. I thought this was absolutely amazing that he was protecting the wounded fish.
In a way it makes me sad, how many people would protect a wounded person against 10-15 larger people. Anyways this is just one of the reasons why I love my fish.
I quickly put him back into the tank but he wasn't breathing so I thought he was a goner. He slowly started breathing but looked pretty bad, wasn't swimming well, etc...
The other fry started harassing him and I was about to take him out when I noticed something I found amazing. One of the fry (middle sized) started defending him. The fry would chase all other fry away from the wounded guy. I thought this was absolutely amazing that he was protecting the wounded fish.
In a way it makes me sad, how many people would protect a wounded person against 10-15 larger people. Anyways this is just one of the reasons why I love my fish.
I love stories like these