pitchers tuck by buddy don: new method fer gittin pitchers of them critters

i aint putt no pitchers of them critters that lives (n dies -- theys a contentchuss bunch) in our aquarium on a counta thonly way i could git em to show up wuz to use a flash. thang bout that wuz how them fish dint lack that flash atall.

i also been playin round with a lens me n miz bd gut a while back, witch tiz a 10-22 mm, a verr wide angull at the bottom end. so tuther day i tuck a pitcher of one of them fish n it cum out all dark. so i changed the iso till twuz up to 800 n set the shutter speed at 1/60 of a second, witch tiz hard to git em to be much moren a blur thataway, but the wide angull is a verr fergivin lens.

we know we will be missin them critters, witch i gut a yungun name of tony thats a'gone be droppin by to check on em while we are gone. he will be a'goin to the weddin, but he wont be thar but a day or two.

furst up is killer, the daddy n grandaddy of nigh onto 20 crawdads thats dun bin born in the tank so fer. (miz tenna, the mama n grandmama woodnt cum out fer a pitcher on a counta she wuz moltin.)

ye kin see whar the algae has dun growd up on his back, witch thats they easiest way to tell whuther one of em has dun molted on a counta how they cum out so clean whenever they have thar new bidy on em ...



as ye kin see, killer goes wharever he wonts to. here hes climbin up on one of the tanks prize spots, that thar jug (thays a crawdad that lives under it name of jughed, witch he woodnt cum out fer no pitchers neethur ...



this nextn is a pitcher of a crawdad name of moon on a counta he or she lacks to live in sum thangs thay call moonrocks whenever they sell em to ye ...



heres a pitcher of ups, witch hes the number two fish in the tank ... the number one fish, kane, woodnt let me git no good pitchers of im on a counta he wuz too busy harrassin everbidy else ...



but i did git a lil pitcher of im swimmin in frunt of the camra whenever i wuz trine to git a nuther shot of killer ... ye kin tell he is the boss by how blue his mouth is, witch thats how sum of them speshees lets ye know who is the boss ...



we will miss em n hope they kin make it till we git back frum ireland ... n we hope to post a heap in heppin of pitchers ifn we kin git access whenever we are over thar.

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reeports of buddy don: up date on the tank

sum of ye that reads this here blog reglar knows me n miz bd gut us a tank of fish n other critters. i aint reeported much on it lately, so heres a lil update of whuts been happenin.

furst, them crawdads has been multiplyin lack nobidys bizzness. thays at lease 8 liluns, witch thar almos impossibull to git into a pitcher on a counta they keep alive by hidin mos all the time.

secunt, it appears that thays more on the way.

nuther innterestin thang is how killer (the big crawdad with the brite blue claws) went fer weeks after the furst liluns wuz born without hardly movin nor nuthin, even tho he wudnt moltin. then he run into one of his own liluns n ever since hes been all over the tank, kindly lack he wuz a'lookin fer a fite with one of em. thar too smart to git too close.

but that dont mean thar too smart to keep away frum them cichlids. tuther mornin we woke up n seen a big fish that look lack it had sumthin verr rong with its mouth (more on that problem in a mint). turnt out to be the last bits of the tail of one of them crawdads. caint say fer shore ifn twuz a live one or maybe the molt of one that had dun lef its shell behind.

finely thay wuz a big ole fite in the tank twixt big red, who hes been the big fish of the tank fer nigh onto a year, n bluemouth, a yunger fish that had growd up so big that it could challenge red. thang wuz, they gut into a face to face, mouth to mouth fite, n bluemouth cum out with a verr disfiggerd face while red cum out with a bit of clown mouth (a white circle round the mouth). they gut to ailin till finely bofem died of thar wounds on the verr same day. me n miz bd hadnt never seen nunthin lack that happen befor.

corse, as ye mite eggspeck, thays a new big fish thats makin sum of the lilns hide ...

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