Last week, I moved the mother convict and all of the fry into a smaller tank, in our kitchen. I thought that they would at least have a chance, in the other tank. Last time the convicts spawned, the other fish had eaten them all in a couple of days. Initially after moving them, a lot of them swam down into the larger gravel and became lodged, or met their demise in other ways. I was pretty bummed, thinking that maybe it would have been better to just leave them in the larger tank to fend against the other fish. I expected them all to have died by the time that we got back from Boston. When I got out the net to move the mom back to the large tank, surprisingly, I noticed that some of the fry had survived. They had even grown a little bit. They move around pretty fast, so it is tough to catch them on camera. They are the little blurs in the image above. The mother is as protective as ever. She stands guard up against the glass, like in the shot below, when ever I even get close to the tank. With a little luck, some of them will last.
