#scat fish

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Daily fish fact #861

Scats!

This family of fish have venomous spines on their dorsal fin, which can inflict painful wounds if they puncture the skin. They enjoy a diet of invertebrates, algae, detritus, animal remains, and supposedly even fecal matter.

Pictured is a spotbanded scat.

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Green spotted scat?

fish 317 - green spotted scat

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lo dico io perchè nessun altro lo dice: ma il momento Gianni Morandi scat story è stato alto

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How to care for the spotted scat

One of the iconic fishes for the brackish aquarium, is the spotted or common scat, Scatophagus argus. It is sometimes called a butterfish, although unrelated fishes share that name. The so-called red scat is sometimes traded as a seperate species or race of S. argus, however it is demonstrated to be a naturally ocurring color morph of the spotted scat. Most spotted scats belong to the more typical morph, which is traded as the green scat, or just the scat. This is because the other species appear too rarely in the aquarium trade to have become familiar to aquarists.

The typical length for a mature S. argus, both in the wild and in the aquarium, is 15 to 20 centimeters or 6 to 8 inches. A scat that is 30 centimeters or 12 inches long is considered large, and the recorded length is 38 centimeters, or about 15 inches. This is a venomous fish with a catholic diet, distributed in the Indo-West Pacific region, in a swathe from the Persian Gulf to Japan and Australia. The primary habitat of S. argus is mangrove estuaries, where it associates with mangrove flora.

Mature fish are also found in shallow, inshore marine environments, where they associate with seagrass, rather than reef-building corals. Wether in fresh or brackish water, they are found in areas of muddy substrate. These fish may be numerous in areas of reduced salinity, but records from non-estuarine stretches of rivers are rare. They do frequent upstream stretches of streams, but they remain close to the estuary. Although S. argus can survive in good health when it is maintained in freshwater, I do not consider them a freshwater fish, at any stage in their life cycle.

There are in fact a few related species all called scats, belonging to the extant sister genera Scatophagus and Selenotoca, and the fossil record of the scat clade extends back to the Eocene epoch. Zoologically the scats are part of the acanthuriform nexus of fishes, which is mostly marine, and includes the tangs, butterlyfishes and angelfishes of the reef, among others. Among this group the scats have a reputation as unusually euryhaline, capable of frequenting both fresh and salt waters. Addituonally S. argus also been noted to have broad tolerance of temperature and pH.

Much confusion exists among aquarists, surrounding the salinity needs and optimums of S. argus. Despite their hardiness, unfortunate S. argus suffer and die in home aquariums, or skulk alone in a store. Often aquarists are daunted from purchasing a scat, by misinformation about their needs. Thai aquaculturists report that the culture of S. argus requires a specific gravity, of at least 1.002, or a 'low end brackish' setting. Although scats can be acclimatised to life in true freshwater, it is not their natural habitus.

In a study of wild scats in a mangove environment, the older scats lived where the specific gravity was around 1.02. Juvenile scats were found upstream of them, where tidal influence on salinity was less, and the spe ific gravity was 1.02. Elsewhere it was found that the embryonic development within scat eggs, was optimised when the specific gravity is 1.01. Although some sources insist that scats may only be accommodated in freshwater, if the water parameters are hard and alkaline, collection data shows wild scats are present where the pH may be as low as about 7. It is true that scats are not found where the water has the soft, acidic parameters favoured by so many popular freshwater species.

The genus name Scatophagus, which is obviously abbreviated to the vernacular 'scat', means an eater of faeces. This alleged feeding habit, which causes much amusement, actually remains unproven, although scats have adapted to the human presence on the coast, by frequenting harbours and wharfs. There people dump their latrine and other waste into the water, in the area where fishes such as scats were feeding. Although they might not seek faeces to eat, I feel sure that they obtain some benefit from byproducts of human presence, as do rats and mice, pigeons, seagulls, and the like above water.

Juvenile scats, particularly, are known to consume organic detritus, and mud is intentionally ingested by this species, because it is recovered among their other gut contents. That these scats scavenge opportunistically is the most likely explanation for the presence of fish scales in their gut contents. Because scats are unlikely to nip scales from live fishes swimming by, the most likely source of the ingested scales was nibbling at fish carrion when they encountered it.

S. argus has a very broad dietary range, and the composition of its diet changes with growth. Juvenile scats consume more plankton, but as they grow, they switch to intensify their grazing behaviors, and for this reaon their mouths become subterminal in position. Their diets include a variety of items, from fish eggs, to arthropods, to sessile fauna, and both micro- and macroalgae. Although they are thus most often classed as omnivorous fishes, S. argus has the expanded gut of a herbivorous fish, and the form and function of its teeth and face are optimised for grazing activities.

Depite their strongly herbivorous leanings, a part of the natural S. argus diet includes animals such as sponges, bryozoans, hydroids, and tunicates. One source reports the inclusion of coral and anemone polyps in their wild diet. Unfortunately, the size and systematics of the polyps consumed, was not reported in the paper. Although some saltwater aquarists have maintained older S. argus in reef tanks, where they graze on algae and sessile organisms found on 'live rock', they sometimes nip at delicate, sessile ornamentals such as the popular feather duster worms.

Feeding S. argus in the aquarium is not at all difficult, although the diet provided for them, must be rich in algal or other vegetable material, of the sort offered to herbivorous fishes. Their aquarium environment should be a mangrove biotope, with a soft substrate and wood as decoration. Alternatively the mature S. argus are well suited to a true saltwater lagoon biotope. Such a tank has marine water parameters, a soft substrate, and some calcareous rockwork in the aquascape.

S. argus are regarded as semi-aggressive yet gregarious with their own kind, faring best when housed in a group of conspecifics. Each fish will need not only swimming space, but also a number of retreats from one another. Unfortunately S. argus, being a herbivorous fish, is not unlikely to attack ornamental plants, once it has matured into a more herbivorous growth stage. This means that live plants, including marine macoalgae, will be nibbled or outright devoured, unless they are unpalatable to S. argus.

Juvenile S. argus will require a 'low end brackish' specific gravity, but older fishes occur in 'mid range brackish' to marine environments. Although comparatively few aquarium fishes are inhabitants of brackish waters, there are a variety of peaceful species that are suitable for sharing such a brackish, mangrove biotope. When transferring scats, or any other euryhaline organisms between two aquariums, they must be slowly acclimatised between the two different levels of salinity. This is so that physiological changes can take place, and to prevent osmotic shock.

In their native range, S. argus are found where the water temperature may be as low as 20 degrees centigrade in some months, but up to 29 degrees during other parts of the year. They begin to experience thermal stress, ony at something like 33 degrees, and they can temporarily tolerate such temperatures, but not higher temperatures of around 40 degrees. Like many fish and crabs from mangrove environments, S. argus is well used to thriving at temperatures that are a little higher than those in the average tropical aquarium, which is usually 24 or 25 degrees. Yet S. argus also fares fine at such an ordinary tropical tank temperature.

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Daily fish fact #375

The spotted butterfish!

Its scientific name, Scatophagus argus, references a giant with a hundred eyes from Greek mythology (named Argus) whose eyes became the feathers of a peacock after death; though of course in this case the spots on the fish are the reason for this name. They're omnivorous but adults prefer a herbivorous diet, unlike the name might suggest!

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Din Djarin, Boba Fett, Fennec Shand, Cara Dune, and Migs Mayfeld standing on Morak looking at the Imp base there (out of frame). Image from The Mandalorian, Season 2, Episode 7, The Believer. Calendar by DateWorks.

Name that Band!

“What do you mean, ‘Name that Band’? That’s just a vid of me and the people who helped rescue you.”

Grogu sighed at his dad. Din Djarin was so literal at times. 

Grogu knew exactly who was in the vid he was showing his dad. He didn’t need his dad to tell them that some of these people helped him when Moff Gideon had sent the special battle droids after him on Ossus. He’d seen Fennec and Daimyo Fett two days earlier when they had vid night and he introduced them to the ‘Best of Diggle and Daggle’. That had been a lot of fun. The look on Fennec’s face when the giant sand fish crawled out of it’s cave… priceless.

“Grogu, where do you get these things? Did you sign up for some new comms site again? I’ve told you to stay off those things. They’re nothing but bantha scat.”

Wow. Someone was cranky.

“Peli.”

“Uff! I should have known. I asked her to show you how to perform basic maintenance on R-5. What did you two do with that time?”

Grogu wondered if he could fake his dad out with a non-answer answer and then thought better of it. Din Djarin was already cranky about something. His dad normally didn’t care about the stuff Peli and Grogu talked about while she was demonstrating cleaning or data collection techniques. They had actually discussed sensors and ranges and calibrations before they started down a rather fun and funny tauntaun trail.

“Sing.”

“Singing?! The two of you wasted valuable time singing all those old songs she knows? Did she even look at R-5 while you were goofing off?”

Yikes. His dad was really mad now and Grogu hadn’t meant for that to happen. He and Peli had been talking about certain sensors being too sensitive and Peli commented ‘Ya mean like when yer dad gets called on at a sing-a-long?’ 

Grogu had nodded and then he had begun to laugh. Din Djarin hated singing on a good day, although he did it all the time when he was in the privy or the ‘fresher. He hated it twice as much when it happened in public and was a special request as part of someone’s naming day celebration. Everyone knew that but they liked watching him get worked up and then stumble through the song with them. It was nice to know that even the hyper competent Mandalorian Bounty Hunter had something he couldn’t do as well as the average galactic citizen.

“Sensors.”

Again, the truth was the best Grogu could do. He didn’t think his dad was going to patiently listen to the whole story of how they started with a very deep technical discussion of sensors and how their settings made a big difference in how the complex tracking systems on the N-1 worked. Too sensitive and you were tracking scurrier fleas across the desert. Too dull and a bantha could step right in your path and you’d only notice when you were covered in fur. You wanted something in the middle. 

That’s when Peli had offered that how sensitive a device was depended on a lot of factors, like components, packaging, and price. Grogu commented that sounded a lot like people. That’s when Peli made her statement about his dad and Grogu had laughed. Peli had laughed too and said, ‘Just think of it kid, if he was in a band they’d call it Mando and the Wailers!” 

Grogu shook his head and signed to Peli, largely because he couldn’t stop giggling, that the band’s name would have been, “Din Djarin and the Drones”. Grogu had fallen over when he finally got that one out. Peli had loved it and started making up a song that they would have been known for. It had started out ‘I’ll bring you in cold, so cold, so cold, I’ll bring you cold, ice cold, froze cold’. Grogu had loved it and they spent the rest of their time singing songs that were based on things his dad had said and they made no sense whatsoever. It had been a lot of fun. 

When his dad came to get him later that day Grogu was so tired he ate his flash frozen frogs and fell right to sleep. The Mandalorian didn’t have a chance to ask him all about sensors and Grogu hadn’t told him about the song that started, ‘I like those odds, Dank Farrik, I like those odds…”

The next day they had traveled to Freetown to visit Cobb Vanth. His dad and the Marshal had so much to talk about that Grogu had gone to the cantina and spent time with Tanti and Jo. They’d listened to a lot of music and Grogu had taught them some songs he’d learned from Peli. 

Oops. He’d forgotten all about that. Was that why his dad was so annoyed? Grogu looked up the Mandalorian and coo’d thoughtfully.

“Cobb Vanth told me you have a very nice singing voice and I should really ask you to give me lessons. Now, what I want to know is why you’re so comfortable singing in Gal Basic with other people and I just get one word if I’m lucky?”

Dank Farrik!

To be continued…

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about.

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As Snow White wandered through the surrounding forest of the Kingdom of Corona, she sat on the grass by the shore near the bridge. The sun danced on the water, and birds sang merrily. Suddenly, she heard a cheerful voice singing in the distance.

The voice belonged to Baloo, a carefree and fun-loving bear. He appeared from behind a tree, his massive frame swaying rhythmically as he sang about his adventurous lifestyle.

“I like the cheech-a-cheech-chee-roni like they make at home. Or a healthy fish with the big backbone. I'm Baloo boppa-doo, dee-boppa-dooba, Baloo von Bruinwald, von Bruinwald, the 13th! I've got that wanderlust. Gotta walk the scene. Gotta kick up highway dust. Feel the grass that's green.” Baloo sang, brushing his hand over the tall grass. “Gotta strut them city streets, showin' off my éclat, yeah!” 

Spotting Snow White, His eyes widened, and he shook his head to make sure he wasn't imagining her. He continued to sing, now staring directly into her eyes. “Tellin’ my friends of the social elite. Or some cute cat I happen to meet. That I'm!” With confident swagger, Baloo danced his way over to her, his movements light and nimble for such a large bear. He noticed a tree branch full of flowers above Snow White and, with a playful grin, reached up and gave the branch a gentle shake. “Baloo boppa-doo, dee-boppa-dooba, Baloo von Bruinwald, von Bruinwald, the 13th!” He sang, as he sent a cascade of colorful flowers rained down, surrounding Snow White in a fragrant shower.

Snow White giggled as she brushed the flower petals from her shoulder, looking up at the tall gray bear before her. “Why, sir, your name seems to cover all of Corona.”

“Well, of course. I'm the only cat of my kind,” he admitted, plucking a pink blossom from the branch and tossing it at her feet. He continued his song, moving closer. “I'm king of the highway. Prince of the Boulevard. Duke of the avant-garde. The world is my backyard. So if you're goin' my way, that's the road you wanna seek. Calcutta to Rome. Or home-sweet-home, in Paris, magnifique you all!”

He came to a halt, his smile widening as he stared down. He blinked and did a little twirl, continuing to sing and rhythmically strutting toward her. “I only got myself, and this big ol' world. When I sip that cup of life with my fingers curled.” He wiggled his curled pinky at her, then began to jauntily strut a circle around her. “I don't worry what road to take; I don't have to think of that. Whatever I take is the road I make. It's the road of life; make no mistake, for me!”

Finishing his circle around her, Baloo stepped off to the side, kicking his leg out with a flourish. He cross-stepped back toward her, weaving rhythmically, singing his name while scatting. “Yeah, Baloo boppa-doo, dee-boppa-dooba, Baloo von Bruinwald, von Bruinwald, the 13th! That's right, and I'm very proud of that. Yeah!” He finished his song standing directly in front of her, staring down and smiling with a dream-like gaze.

Snow White clapped her hands, laughter bubbling up as she exclaimed, “Bravo! Very good. You are a great talent!”

Baloo put his hand on his chest and said, “Oh, thank you. And what might your name be?” he asked, shaking his head slightly.

“My name is Snow White,” she replied.

“Snow White... Beautiful... Love it!” Baloo’s eyes rolled back in a dreamy way. “And those eyes... ooh! Why your eyes are so soft, gentle as a doe.” He leaned in, his voice dropping to a low, flirtatious murmur. “They make my heart sigh and set my soul...aglow~”

Snow White blushed, her cheeks turning a delicate shade of pink. She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, her eyes meeting Baloo's with a shy smile. “Oh, that's very pretty, sir. Very poetic. But it is not quite Shakespeare,” she said.

Baloo winked, his grin widening. “Of course not. That's pure von Bruinwald, baby. Right off the cuff, yeah. I got a million of 'em.” He adjusted his pilot cap and casually scratched himself.

Snow White’s smile faded as she sat on a log, her shoulders slumping. “Oh, no more, please. I am really in a great deal of trouble.”

Baloo, sensing her distress, plopped down next to her with a reassuring pat on her shoulder. “Trouble? Helping beautiful dames—uh, damsels—in distress is my specialty. Now what's the hang-up, your ladyship?” He asked, scooting closer, cocking his head to the side, and smiling, hoping to meet her gaze.

“Well, it is most important that I get back to my team. I got separated and lost in this forest. So, if you would be just so kind and help me find my way back to them?” Snow White explained, her voice tinged with worry.

“Help you find the way? Oh, perish the thought!” Baloo declared with a grand gesture. He pulled her close as he gestured to the sky with his other arm. “We shall fly back to your team on a magic carpet, side by side, with the stars as our guide. Just we two,” he said, his eyes twinkling with excitement.

Snow White's eyes widened in surprise. “A magic carpet?”

Baloo chuckled and stood up, offering his paw to her. “Well, not exactly a magic carpet. More like... a magic plane. Come on, I'll show you.”

Snow White took his paw, curiosity replacing her worry. Baloo led her through the forest until they reached a clearing where his trusty plane, the Sea Duck, was parked. The plane's gleaming hull and powerful engines gave it an almost magical aura.

“Your chariot awaits, milady,” Baloo said with a flourish, opening the door for her.

Snow White giggled, the worry in her eyes fading as she climbed into the plane. With a confident nod, Baloo joined her in the cockpit, and soon they were soaring into the sky, the sunlight breaking through the clouds and lighting their way back to her team.

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Notes:

I discovered this ship on DeviantArt, and I was like, "Yep, this passes the 'Harkness Test'; I'm down."

Ship belongs to ManKambo on DA.

I love that Disney Mirrorverse used a combination of Baloo from The Jungle Book and his TaleSpin counterpart because we honestly get the best of both worlds! I adore Baloo's laid-back, fun-loving personality and beatnik mannerisms—traits he inherited from his voice actor Phil Harris, who also voiced Thomas O'Malley from The Aristocats and Little John from Robin Hood. Overall, I think Snow White and Baloo's personalities mesh really well together; they are definitely an O'Malley and Duchess type couple.

And yes, "boppa" and "dooba" are real examples of jazz scat words—I checked. I didn't want to use Thomas O'Malley's full name for Baloo, so I decided he could scat instead.

Anyway, I tried to capture the Thomas O'Malley meets Duchess scenes from The Aristocats for the mini-fic I wrote. You can check out the scenes I linked below and let me know how I did.

LINK 1 - The Aristocats: Thomas O'Malley (YT video).

LINK 2 - The Aristocats (1970) - Thomas O'Malley Meets Dutches & Kittens (YT video).

Ship names: SnowBear/Snowloo

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[swindlefingrs]

The Astral Plane is beautiful. Saga tells Gale so. She thanks him for the experience, for sharing this time with her as they float in the translucent sea together. He slips his learned, delicate hands into hers, calloused and broad, and squeezes. They tell each other that they are enough, as they are.

She loses his gaze to the shifting colors of the Astral Plane and makes a promise to herself.

The next morning Saga packs a small tote bag. Bread, cheese, cider. The rest of lunch she can find along the way. She knows Gale doesn't move fast or well over rough ground, so she picks a trail flat enough for her purpose.

Gale only pitches well-mannered fits twice, but she tells him to be patient. It'll be worth it.

It is.

The astonished look on his face as they crest this trail makes her feel less guilty about the stitch in his side that he digs his fist into.

The rushing waterfall is thunderous from their cliff-side vantage point. Cold spray glitters in the air, catching the suns rays and breaking them into a thousand colors.

"This is beautiful," Gale says between wheezes.

Saga takes his hand and leads him a few feet further up the trail to a perfect spot to overlook the valley. She sets out a simple meal of what she brought and what she gathered on the way: salmon berries, miner's lettuce, violets, honeycomb.

She drizzles the honey and violets over the pot of soft cheese. They dip torn pieces of bread into it. Salty. Sweet. Herbaceous.

"I had imagined that wooing a ranger would come with it's own particular set of challenges, but if your goal was to get me alone, there are much easier ways of doing that rathet than asking me to scale a mountain," Gale teases as he pops a berry into his mouth. He squints as the tartness hits his tongue, and relaxes as the sweetness blooms after.

Saga sucks her teeth, brushing off his chiding. Instead she scoots closer to him, draping one arm around his waist and pointing out to the river below with her other hand. She revels in the feeling of him leaning against her. His breath on her cheek.

From where they sit she points out the stories that she can see written in the damp earth, broken twigs, dead grass, moss, and climbing vines.

“Elk cross there every other tenday."

Gale recites the binomial nomenclature for elk, Saga corrects him.

“Red elk, not Marsh Elk. Those are further south."

Gale corrects himself and recites the binomial for red elk.

“A hunter has taught her daughter how to hunt those elk. Just as her mother taught her. There's their blind.”

Saga points to a cluster of rushes next to an old oak tree.

“The scat from the herd fertilizes the water and those berry bushes.”

Eel grass languidly sways in the river's current. Glinting silver fish dart between the thick, green blades of the eel grass.

“These... berries?” Gale hesitates with a handful of yellow and orange salmon berries.

“Those berries.” She snatches one from his palm and bites down until it bursts tart and sweet in her mouth.

She nods southerly, “Look at the entrance to the cave. The bear sow had her tenth cub this spring. She brought down an elk recently. See the bones?”

“These leaves?” Saga plucks a handful of spade-shaped leaves from the bush nearby. She rolls them between her calloused fingers and breathes in their scent, before placing them under Gale’s nose. It smells like mossy pepper and golden melon. Interesting.

She cups the leaves in her palm, “Water,” she commands in a tone that is sweet for her.

With just a flick of his wrist, the leaves float in a pool of cool, clear water. She claps her hands together, rubbing them vigorously before revealing that her palms covered in milky suds.

“Soap.”

“Ah! For washing up! How fascinating,” Gale drags his fingers through the suds, rubbing them between his fingertips, testing the viscosity.

Saga takes a deep breath. Words aren't as easy for her as they are for Gale, “The Astral Plane is wonderful. You showed me that. Just don’t... don't forget about this plane, yeah? It’s just as magical. In its way.”

“So I'm learning," he chirps. “Turns out? Some of my favorite people are here. Somehow you keep finding new ways of teaching me that.”

Gale's smile is bright, earnest. It cauterizes a rotten part of her urges.

“With all that being said, can you promise me something?” he sidles up to her.

She scowls. Promises are heavy things.

���Can you promise me that you'll bring me on another one of your highly educational field trips of the famed Material Plane? I mean the view, the ecology lesson, the meal? The company?” He softens his voice to a whisper shared between the two of them, “I can't wait to see more of it.”

Saga smirks. She tips his pretty head back with only a finger under his chin. His kisses are berry-sweet, honey-sticky, and plentiful.

"A promise easily kept."

[cruel-hiraeth]

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[koisoul]

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