I just got me some koi and shubunkin from walmart
one passed away , found him/her stuck in the waterpump. poor little fella.
fixed the waterpump so that wont happen again.
Now the problem is there always hiding !!!!!!
there not being sociable. my pond looks like i have no fish .. LOL .
help with fish
Give it some time, Sparky.
(lol ... it's nice using that name and NOT being a total smartbutt with someone when saying it!)
Wal-Mart fish are typically a bit stressed to start with (at least at the WalMart stores in this part of the country) AND they just got moved into a new pond. After a few days or so, their curiosity should prevail and bring them out.
Sorry about the dead one. Chances are it was sick and dying when it got sucked up against the filter intake. I have a slew of fry that survive the 3/5" openings on my 5,300gph pump (unless they get REALLY close ... and then they're, well, filter fodder)
i figured so , i was just bord and needed to post something.
one of them thinks he is a salmon , i cought him trying to go up the
waterfalls.
When I first put my fish in my pond, the fish were shy and the water was murky. After not seeing them for a week, I got worried and put on a swim mask and stuck my head in the pond. Sure enough, they were fine, just hiding.
Now, four years later, the buggers spit at me every time I walk past the pond because they are begging for food!
A swim mask?!?!?!? hahahahahaha
You're not growing something in your garden that might get you in trouble, are you???
I wish I could claim it was something I am growing, but nope I'm just like this naturally! I was a fish keeper before I finally got a yard to put my pond into. These particular fish fulfilled a dream for me and I had them in a tank for several years before hand. I am pretty attached to them after all this time, so I wanted to make SURE they were okay out there!
These fish are also how I proved that koi have memories. They were indoor tank raised fish. That first year outside, I hardly saw them because they were so shy and scared. You should have seen me crawling across the patio to "sneak up" on them so my footsteps didn't alert them to my approach! Since I live in MI, I bring the fish inside for the winter in a big holding tank. The next spring and every year following since, when I put those fish outside--they look around them, swim a lap or two to check things out, and are then perfectly comfortable in the pond. They remember being there before! They swim up to greet me, and spit, and beg, and do normal non-scared fish things!
They spit?!?!?!
They only time I can think of where spitting and love are both involved ...
Nevermind.
I do understand your point; some fish can display some of the most uncanny forms of personality (for a lack of a better term). Next to African cichlids, Koi are probably some of my favorite fish on Earth!
Swim mask, though? Man, I love my fish and I really love spending time in the pond with them, but I have never fathomed the idea of sporting a mask and dunking my head in. I really got to laughing ... "Wow, if she thinks the footsteps might freak them out, imagine seeing a human face with a mask suddenly plop into the water. 'DEAR HOLY MOTHER OF GOD FRED! WHAT IS *THAT*?!?!?!'"
Of course, I was not laughing *at* you ... it's just the whole visual is pretty humorous, ya know?
(They really spit? That's funny! My wife swears ours are either burping or talking (depending on the mood and whether we snuck to visit our favorite pub here in town))
Go ahead and laugh! I do, and you ought to hear what the neighbors think of me! I like life to be enjoyable.
You know, I think the spitting is learned behavior. They think I am trained to throw food in the pond when they spit at me! They don't spit at my husband or at the dogs or at visitors, only at me. They can also tell the difference between the can of fish food and the can of coke on sight.
You know, it never occurred to me that seeing my head in their space would scare them! The vibrations through the ground from (normal sized) people walking near the pond really did scare them that first year. Now they can tell it's me from my footsteps and they all gang up to spit.