Hoover : The One and Only!!!!

Now and then there is no live Brine to be found...ANYWHERE!
"The Pet Den" in Commack, New York has
the reputation of carrying what
no other pet shops would ever even think of stocking.
To describe Denise and Maurice as "exotic" purchasers
would be an understatement!

However, now and then the live brine is not delivered.
When that occurs I switch my spoiled seahorses
to frozen brine.
Sweetheart and Valentina tolerate it...
But Hoover...
The way he recoiled at one time with the
live brine is exactly what he does with the frozen brine.
My Hoover runs from it!

Once the live brine shrimp arrives I observe Hoover's behavior once more...
Amazingly, he squirrels away the live brine in his mouth.
He quickly realizes that the live brine are actually plentiful.
Hoarding his delicacy in his snout is no longer necessary.
The light bulb goes off and out fly a minimum of 16 brine he has practically been choking on!

I ask!
Instinct?
OR :
A level of intelligence?

After reading my posts there is no doubt as to what my opinion is!

The following photos are not so great...
They show...
or sort of show...
the seahorses...
especially my Hoover, eyeing and eating the brine.

I will try to get better photos at some point I am trying to go through my posts and make sure they all have photos...
And...
That they are spell checked...
And that they make some sort of readable sense!

Thanks for your patience my:
FAN BASE OF ZERO~~~OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!

OK folks!
Its December 14 th, 2012 and I TRIED to get better photos of my seahorses eating...no dining on brine...
I SAID I TRIED!!!!!!
Check out the last 5 photos...

Hoover's Night Moves

So, figure breakfast is served by 10 a.m. and lasts till 12 noon~~
maybe even 12:30...depending on how much brine is consumed over that time period.
The Seahorses are known to leisurely "hunt and peck", looking for the most delectable bring morsels...
and never hesitating to spit out less tasty bits.

Wondering why I don't feed them earlier?
Its because they are on my schedule. And being I'm such a poor sleeper...their 1st meal of the day can be considered more of a brunch.

Wondering what they do in the morning?
Believe it or not~~they are on my schedule!
Around 8 a.m. they begin to yawn and stretch...sneeze and cough...
And do the "morning greeting" where tails are joined and snouts are lowered and touch creating an adorable, precious heart shape.

Slowly they begin to move around the tank and discover some stray brine caught in the leaves or wiggling around the coral rock.

Lots of "sniffing" goes on between the Seahorses 

The Seahorses will play, dragging each other around,
tails grabbing tails and also grabbing snouts followed by violent shakes to make an escape.

Affection also abounds as Valentina bumps and grinds with
Hoover Vacuum and then with Abby Road Vin Diesel.
Courtships are merely short flirtations as Valentina is quite the Jezebel!

Dinner is served about 5 p.m. till 7:30 p.m.
After dinner, at around 8p.m., its lights out, pajamas on and
familiar positions are taken.

At midnight, I go to the tank one last time.
My babies are tucked in and all is right with their world.

By 5 minutes after midnight, Hoover begins his 
"night moves" like clock work!
I walk by the tank for one final "baby check".
Valentina, and Sweetheart are "in position" for the night.
Eyes "fixed" they are in Seahorse Dreamland"...
BUT.....
Gracefully swimming around and around the top of the
tank is my Hoover Vacuum! Total opposite from his day
behavior I observe a seahorse that I barely recognize!
Tail no longer dragging on rough coral.
Herky~Jerky moves  nonexistent.
Fetal positioning  nowhere to be found.
Eyes no longer going in a million directions.
Nerves calm and body relaxed.

Hoover Vacuum floats seamlessly up and down.
In a ballerina dance of grace and smoothness,
Hoover glides around and around the tank.
He is in a trance~like state.
As he moves, he is a softened wave ebbing and flowing.
Hoover's fins make no ripple whatsoever.

I pet Hoover through the glass.
He glides over to me and and remains stationary
as I stroke the long length of his vertical body.

Then he continues on his round the tank journey.
He finally comes to rest on the air hose...
and sleeps...

Good night my sweet Hoover Vacuum!
You are a treasure who has morphed since I first brought you home.
You remain a mystery in so many ways!
I love you my beautiful boy!


In all the following photos, I tried to capture the ease in which Hoover makes his way around the tank every night.
He stays on the tank's top never to be seen dragging his tail around the bottom of the tank the way he does all day long....
Love you, my sweet good~willed seahorse, Hoover!