Just when I said that a baby fish would not be a baby at all, I had a baby fish… ok two! Yesterday my friend Sidney Dana came over to check on my recovery and I showed her my backyard. She looked into my pond and said, “You have baby fish too.” I said, “No… oh my… here is a little fish.” I named her Sidney Dana after her founder. I was hopping for joy. When Sid left I tried calling my friend Brenda (who left a comment on my previous no baby post) and the phone disconnected twice. I then called my sister Deborah to share with her the news of my little baby. I told my husband about it but when he got home Sidney was nowhere to be found. Sidney is a pale fish with big round eyes taking up all of the real estate of the front of her body. I searched and searched… after dinner I saw a dark flicker swim by and I thought I was imagining things… but then I saw the black fish dart by again. I called my husband out and he saw both fish too. My husband said, “Peachy must be the mom.” I said, “No, I am the mom, Peachy is the surrogate.” This morning I read about the crazy things that have to happen for goldfish to reproduce. My post of poor Peachy being relentlessly followed by the male fish is exactly the courting process… it is the pre spawn. When the male nudges the female the eggs are released and then the male fertilizes the eggs. For Sidney Dana to survive, her egg had to go uneaten. Eating eggs is a delicacy for goldfish. I also learned that a baby goldfish is called a fry… so I named the quick black one Small Fry. It will take them about six months to start developing colors… so I hope they live that long. Yay for babies… yay for Peachy… Yay for me!
My version of an ultra sound:
My version of an ultra sound: