This rock was shipped across country 2 years ago, wrapped in wet newspaper. It's been through major issues with phosphate, and finally, this year, I bit the bullet (timed with the floor renovation) to do a major restructuring and 44% water change. And I re-did the rockwork.
Lo, this little half-inch clam turns up atop an arch, basking in a sun he's never seen before...thought he might be just a defunct shell, and shooed a fish over him. Yep. He did the clam-ly thing and flinched. He's alive, healthy, and feeding. Just one of those near-hundred varieties of hitchhikers that come in on typical rock. He's no crocea, just one of the common little brown fellows, but he gets to keep his place in the sun---I'll be very careful which way I turn that rock hereafter.
Lo, this little half-inch clam turns up atop an arch, basking in a sun he's never seen before...thought he might be just a defunct shell, and shooed a fish over him. Yep. He did the clam-ly thing and flinched. He's alive, healthy, and feeding. Just one of those near-hundred varieties of hitchhikers that come in on typical rock. He's no crocea, just one of the common little brown fellows, but he gets to keep his place in the sun---I'll be very careful which way I turn that rock hereafter.
