Most of the time people assume the change of color in a Betta is negative, but in this case it's a marbling gene that causes the fish to change colors. November 8th when I purchased Isaiah, he was primarily white. I posted a photo of him back then showing at much.
Here is Isaiah November 23rd with his changing genes. I think it's cool.
While a change in color of your Betta may be an indication of ill health, older age or water difficulties, sometimes it's simply genetics.
It's also noteworthy that when the fish is in the store it's a lot more stressed and not fed well and in a tiny bit of water. Once you bring home your Betta and give it proper care, the true colors will begin to shine.
I've been reading about staying positive which can be difficult for me. One of the things I've been trying to remember is that even with my health issues, I've not lost everything. I made a short list of things I've learned to do while in bed and while pacing at home. The reason I learned these things is that it's difficult to sit. It's painful so I end up lying down or I keep moving while I'm up. Standing still doesn't go well for me but as long as I keep moving I'm okay. So, here is my photo for the 17th of this month and my list of things I can still do:
Complain. I can do that in whatever position I find myself in. I complain in English and American Sign Language. I'm currently learning French, which isn't killing me this time around.
Paint. I can paint and draw while lying down. I've covered my bed so as not to ruin my mattress. It was my greatest concern that I wouldn't be able to paint because of needing to lie down so much.
I can sew while lying down. This was a welcome surprise. I have to be a little more prepared but it is still possible. I just finished and adopted out two dolls and I've started on a custom order doll today.
I can study and take notes in bed or on the sofa as long as I have my tablet and supplies with me. I can read and pace at the same time which I do quite often.
I can produce hand written letters of encouragement to others while in bed. It's important to always reach out.
I can still receive visitors if I'm on the sofa.
I stand while making tea but I have a no spill cup that allows me to drink tea in bed. Yup, gotta have that tea no matter what.
I can enjoy the sunshine on my face from the comfort of my bed. I can see the sky and hear the birds and ducks.
My smile isn't broken because I'm lying down. I still have a sense of humor.
I posted a photo of my newly arranged tiny slice of paradise and got a lot of positive feedback. I love that area. When I think about my little home here I see it as relaxing overall, but I've carved out one spot dedicated to the things I love. The tea spot over there, too.
Someone on Flick told me I should go to YouTube and download some cricket sounds and the sound of a waterfall. I smiled because those sounds can be heard here. I feed crickets to my babies, the crickets sing.
When she suggested I go get sounds for this space I had to stop and be thankful for this room and for the tiny little slice of life I've made here. I get to hear my frogs call. Pete calls quite often but his love died several years ago, so no one calls back. Charlie calls once or twice at night then quiets down. How could I not love that room? ...continue reading "My tiny slice of paradise"
The first stuff is that Mary Jane hasn't been well for nearly three weeks. She stays in the same spot in the corner. She still eats, drinks and uses the restroom but she is doesn't play or come to visit me in the room. I hope beyond anything that she's just hot. She's wearing a fur coat in August, inside an apartment without central air conditioning. She wakes up screaming (yowling). Sometimes she acts confused. She's been checked at the vet and there's nothing medically wrong other than that she's old. Why can't they live forever?
I allowed a local guy to adopted all three of my firebelly toads because they were going to a community in a large vivarium home. I was only going to adopt out Steve but I really liked the idea of Steve taking along a familiar face. I let Flip Flop and Guy go with him but that left me with one frog, Pete the African Clawed Frog. Since then I've gone into violent frog withdrawals. Yes, violent ones. I only hear Pete sing at night which is sad because I love to hear frog's sing...or bark which is the case with Firebelly Toads. ...continue reading "Frogs. Leaves. Purr. Building Up."
I didn't think about much at all. I just did the things I love. It was a much needed day of solitude, a mini mental vacation.
She is a shining star, this furry one.
She melts my heart when she does the slow blink.
Mary Jane is an integral part of the process of slowing down to smell the flowers.
I've been working on my terrariums, adding this, removing that as well as letting them be.
I was told these are weeds. I don't know. What I do know is there are plenty in the yard of an abandoned, boarded up house and that they have done well in various terrarium set ups. A month or so ago I walked 8 blocks round trip to get these bad boys! ...continue reading "A day of solitude with the things I love"
I'm about to go AWOL. There's so much that needs to be done before I start physical therapy AGAIN. I also have a minor surgery to deal with on the 4th with a follow up appointment on the 7th. There's a lot to get done. I'm not up for it. lol.
I have three lectures to complete and I need to finish up a few odds and ends. There's no new art ready to post but I do have a few art pieces on Redbubble that are now high resolution. These originals have been sold, but are still original pieces to choose from in the Etsy gallery. Click the links provided or check the sidebar for both links.
I will attempt to get around to visit blogs very soon, including new ones I've subscribed to. I have the email subscription updates so I'll click on those and check on everyone.
The other night I thought the tadpole didn't make the traumatic trip from the over crowded shipment to the pet store, to the over crowded tank in the pet store then to my big tank. He hardly ever moved. I didn't think he was eating. I thought he was dead but what I do know about these buggers is not to assume they're dead, verify.
I took him out of the big tank and put him back in the 5 gallon tank which is fully cycled. I lowered the water level just a bit leaving several inches from the lip of the tank. When I got up the next morning Pickle was wiggling around eating the algae. Little Pickle is still kicking. He's alone in there, the water doesn't move nearly as fast as it does in the big tank.
I'll tell ya what, goldfish are cheap to buy but not all that easy or cheap to keep. Water changes are a must if you're going to get even close to their full life expectancy. Read this beginners article on how to best keep goldfish.
Art Title: Nala
Art by: Faith Magdalene Austin
Medium: Acrylic, ink, acrylic seal
11 x 14 Artist Board
I knew when I began this painting that I wanted a young girl to sit on the water's edge with koi coming to meet her. I wanted a lot of texture with small details. To increase texture I added sand to her mahogany - rust colored pants. Her blouse is layer after layer of white paint and butter cream acrylic paint. This affect came together nicely to form a tunic top. ...continue reading "Nala Original Art"
The name of this piece is called Playground. I have to say I had a blast. I started with one swirl and kept going. I found it relaxing and gentle on my mind. It took about three days before I finally said it's complete. When I did I began to pick out little hidden figures. Some parts look like a rainbow of salmon fish on the run, some parts resemble to me a swarm of rainbow-colored bees. I can even see the head of a bird. This was pure fun thus the name. ...continue reading "What Can Crayola Do?"
What will you see in this ethnic, surreal painting? Ah, gold poppies, red poppies, a fisherman in traditional clothing reaching to the sun, an Asian woman in a white dress with a small orange patch whose arms reach down yet they branch out as bare trees. Beside her is a face within a face. Flowers grow, swirls spring out, color abounds then rests. ...continue reading "Traveler"