I target feed slow or shy fish, this involves my hand or really long tweezers. It works great. That is until the fast fish catch wind of the game.
I usually feed the fast guys first, while they are distracted with food, I target feed the slow/shy fish. Well. Beaker ( my blood parrot) caught on. Now this idiot is chasing down my tongs to get the niblets at the end. I decide to out pace him, he chases it like a damn cat after a laser pointer. In exasperation, I cry out "Quit it,Tina, ya fat lard". To which my husband erupts into laughter and I am left with empty tongs as the fish won. He knew it, as it was written all over his stupid little puckered up face.
No issues, just frustration. Please, feel free to share times when fish have gotten wise and "won" in spite of best efforts.
I usually feed the fast guys first, while they are distracted with food, I target feed the slow/shy fish. Well. Beaker ( my blood parrot) caught on. Now this idiot is chasing down my tongs to get the niblets at the end. I decide to out pace him, he chases it like a damn cat after a laser pointer. In exasperation, I cry out "Quit it,Tina, ya fat lard". To which my husband erupts into laughter and I am left with empty tongs as the fish won. He knew it, as it was written all over his stupid little puckered up face.
No issues, just frustration. Please, feel free to share times when fish have gotten wise and "won" in spite of best efforts.