Two weeks have passed since I brought home my little betta. He has survived beyond the period in which I would have been able to get a refund for him if he had died (like the first one did). Since this guy has made it through his "probation period", he now gets his official name: Fortis.
He is named for a big dog who was "online friends" with Boomie a couple of years ago. Fortis had bone cancer, and had his right-rear leg amputated, just like Boomie, and passed away the month before Boomie did.
Fortis was dearly loved by his human parents. His dad often took him to the river. Fortis loved to swim.
I have been taking lots of pictures of my fishie-Fortis, most of them pretty crappy. For such a beautiful fish, he's just not very photogenic. His body scales are somewhere between blue and green. They are metallic, or maybe iridescent, or maybe a little of both. They sort of change color depending how the light hits him. The fluorescent light in his tank goes through my camera and makes him look gray somehow. I haven't been able to figure out how to adjust the settings in my camera to make him look better, so I have been using the filters from Picasa to try to get his colors to look more like what I'm seeing in real life, but it's still too grainy. Oh well. Maybe I'll give it a try with Jerry's camera some time.
There were a few days last week where he wasn't feeling well, but for the most part, Fortis has been very lively and energetic. He learned quickly that when I open the little lid in the top of his tank, there's a good chance he'll get some food. He has a good appetite, and he snaps up his tiny betta pellets with gusto. I'm just sorry I can't feed him more, but bettas apparently have tiny stomachs and can only eat a few morsels a day. The Jewish mama in me has had a bit of a hard time with that, but I am determined to keep him healthy and not over feed him!