My wife and I used to go camping a lot before life got complicated, and I kind of missed sitting around campfires and walking around wooded campgrounds smelling the fires. Life being generous, I woke up this morning to a real campground smell - burning woods. The fires aren't close by (and hour and a bit away) but there's a bit of a sepia tone to the sky. It's a beautiful windy morning, but this wind isn't welcome. There's no rain predicted before Sunday.
The air quality is still good, and we'll see what happens.
Out in the fishroom, things are going swimmingly. I have more black neon tetra fry than I thought, though not as many as a properly set up breeding tank could have given me. I have some young Nothos, gaggles of Cichlids sexing out well and a lot of Aphyosemions. I enjoy growing out young fish, and seeing how they colour up and change shapes. It's a curious process, every time.
A number of weeks ago I bought three platys because they were very close to the look of the ones I bred when I was a kid. I'm watching their fry to see if the fathers were the guy I bought (the 2 females didn't appear gravid in the store) or if they had already matured and the fathers were the usual hybrids from the sales tank. These three little fish look like maculatus - if they are hybridized it isn't to any great degree. So far, the fry look good. I won't know for a couple of more weeks.