Grass, lovely, lovely grass

Bertie asked me what I was going to talk about today.  I told him ‘grass’.

‘Why?’ he asked.

‘Because autumn’s coming,’ I said.  That confused him.

I know autumn’s coming because the days are getting shorter, Mam’s coming downstairs for cuddles and breakfast closer to sunrise, and we get cucumber in the dark in the evening. I explained that to him and he wandered off.

Now, you might notice there – Bertie and I had a conversation. He’s suddenly started being sociable.  As in, ‘hello, would you like to chat?’ not ‘I’m in charge SO THERE!’

It’s taken me a wee while to accept he means it.  I mean, we’ve had some serious fights.  I say hello, he bites me.  That sort of conversation.

But now, we’re out on the grass with just the run panel between us, and we’re chatting.  He even comes out in the morning and chats to Neville while I get my cuddle.  And walks away when I come down (mind you, Mam is holding his tent for him to walk into.)  He’s a changed pig.  Although I’ll wait a while longer before I trust him, mind.

And yes, we’re out on the grass – a little earlier in the afternoon if Mam has been out to dry it off in the morning.  The sun isn’t out for long and the shade comes over quickly enough, but it’s been nice and warm.  Very pleasant, in fact.  And the grass…

Well, the grass is delicious.  But we won’t be having it much longer…

See you next time.

Roscoe xx

Advertisements
Bertie breakfast

Mummy’s changed my routine!

Mummy’s been taking me out first for my morning cuddle.  It’s funny being first but I like it. I get first dibs on cucumber, and there’s always six pieces for me.  Sometimes when I’m last there’s only five.  Although sometimes there’s seven, so I suppose it works okay.

The best thing is, I get to have first run in the kitchen.  I get all the time that Mummy’s cuddling Neville to do whatever I like, then Neville comes down.  Now that’s great fun!  First couple of days he was a bit sniffy about me wanting to get to know him better.  But now we pretty much get along okay.

We hang out together around the wooden fiddlesticks until Roscoe comes in from his cuddle.  Mummy picks me up before he realises I’m down the other end of the kitchen, and I’ve got really good at going straight into my tent.  If I don’t I think Mummy will stop me coming down first.  And I like coming down first.  I feel it’s where I belong.

After I’m back in the cage and Mummy’s cleaned out Roscoe and Neville’s cage, she take Biggles out.  He doesn’t seem to like going last.  Well, I didn’t really, either.  But someone has to, and I suppose if he’s been going down first for ages, it’s time for us to swap over.

And when he’s down, Mummy does his cage and then gets our breakfast.

Oh, and there’s another change involving me, too.  It’s on the blog. I bet you can’t work out what it is!

Bye for now

Bertie

What are these green leaves?

Hi, all.

One of the things Neville and I have got used to in the year we’ve been here is funny food. Winter is much the same as we were used to, but in summer, we get all sorts of stuff.

When we arrived, I don’t think Nev and I noticed what we got, to be truthful.  We got fed, and we seemed to be in a nice place, and settled, like.  I suppose it took us a month to start to relax, thinking we might be here for even longer than the last place we’d been at.  We liked it there, mind, it was very nice.  We got veggies and pellets and hay, and went out on the grass sometimes, so it was good.

We got veggies and pellets and hay here, but it tasted different and so did the water.  Nowadays it’s just water, mind.  I can’t tell you what the difference is, and I’ve forgotten anyway, it just was different.  The pellets are fine, too.  Yummy, in fact.  I look forward to getting them in the morning after we’ve had our run.  Builds up strength to tackle the veg.

I didn’t really notice that the veggies we got were different to start with, until we stopped getting them from the garden and settled to what I would call ‘normal’ food in winter. You know, cabbage, carrot, swede, that sort of stuff.  I don’t think we’ve had swede more than once here, though.  Lettuce, of course.  We get lots of different types of lettuce here, which is nice, nosing through the different flavours and textures. And carrot tops!  Those are yummy.  Maybe they’re my favourite.

But Mam throws in weird things, like pepper. It’s mostly red, but sometimes it’s orange or yellow.  I see Biggles and Bertie wolfing it down and I nose it a bit, and maybe nibble it, and Nev does too, and we exchange glances and leave it.  Although last week I did spot Neville eating a whole slice.  I got through about half of mine, so maybe it’s an acquired taste and we’re finally acquiring it.

We’ve discovered broccoli.  I thought it was posh cabbage to start with, but the others say it’s normal, and what’s cabbage, so I go along with it. It’s pretty yummy, really. Mam realised we liked the cabbagey things, I think.  We get kale, which we all like, and sometimes she does an ordinary cabbage, which we like but Biggles and Bertie turn their noses up at.  Strange boys.

What’s best though, is the weird things we get from the garden. We’re getting them again, now.  Mam apologised when it had been hot for ages that all the home grown things had run out.  Now they’ve grown again and we’re eating posh spinach called chard, which has interesting colour stems, and posh lettuce called frizee, which has crinkly edges to the leaves. And we get loads of herby things and some leaves from the fruit trees and bushes.

And beans.  Now, who on earth wants to eat beans?  Berties and Biggles, that’s who.  The leaves are great, mind, I like those, but the long pods and the beans inside, no thank you.  Mam even pulled a trick on us on Saturday when she gave us the pods without the beans in.  They were a bit crunchy, and again, those other piggies munched them down, but Nev and I tried it politely then peed on it. I mean…

There’s this new thing that came this week… paper outsides of corn cobs.  I’ve realised that the tiny corn cobs that haven’t grown up to be big and sweet are actually edible, but I never knew the corn came in a delicious wrapping.  I’m looking forward to some more of that, I can tell you.

Who’d have know there were so many nice things to eat?

And I haven’t even mentioned root celery and stalk celery… another time, maybe.

See ya!

Roscoe

Bertie in tthe tunnel

The sun has stopped shining on me

It’s sunny today.  Yesterday was dull and wet and windy.  Mummy still went out in her golfing uniform.  I think she has a special coat for golfing in rain.

I have noticed that the sun has stopped shining on the end of my cage.  This is very puzzling.

When I was upstairs, the sun didn’t shine on my run until after Midge died.  Then it started shining on the end of my run in the afternoons.  Mummy moved my water-bottle so it didn’t get shined on.

Bertie at end of run

Then when I came downstairs, after Percy died, the sun shone on my waterbottle earlier in the day, but after it had checked out Biggles’s cage.  You could tell it was coming because it would stop shining on Biggles’s cage, (although Mummy had a cloth across the end of it so his waterbottle was in shade), and then it would come to mine.  So Mummy put a cloth across the top of my cage too.

Bertie in the grey cage

It was strange, because then it tried to creep forward to get in the cage anyway.  Then it gave up and started to move further back, and now it’s stopped shining in my cage at all, although it’s still looking in Biggles’ cage.  But not for long.

Mummy took the cloth off my cage today saying I didn’t need it any more, because it’s getting towards autumn.

So I’ve been sitting in my tunnel, watching the sun move across the wall and puzzling it all out.

It’s still a puzzle.  I don’t think it’s anything to do with Midge or Percy, though.  That was just coincidence.

The sun’s still there when we go out in the garden.  Mummy moves us around a lot, but we have small runs with lots of grass in them.  Do we prefer large runs with no grass or small runs with lots of grass? Tough call.

So many things to think about.  I’d better have some hay while I chew it over.

Love

Bertie xx

Birthday cake and Gotcha party

Way-aye! Roscoe here, full of Gotcha cake, or was it birthday party? I’m not sure, and I don’t think Mam was either.

Anyroad, yesterday we had a party with cake. Me and Neville have been here a whole year. I have to say, I like it here. I’ve got used to the funny way Mam talks, and Bertie and Biggles too, for that matter.

Nev and I like our cage and the time we spend in the garden, especially with the blue tunnel to play in. And the morning routine is good too: Nev gets a cuddle and some cucumber (six pieces, he says, cos he counts), then gets to go on the floor for a run, with Biggles, who’s already been through the cuddle-cucumber bit. Then I get a cuddle and six pieces of cucumber, if I can’t fool Mam into giving me more. Then I join Nev on the floor and Biggles goes back in his cage.

Then Bertie goes and gets cuddled and finishes up the cucumber, and when he comes into the kitchen I get picked up and put back, then Nev joins me.  Sometimes he stays a while to talk to Bertie, but I don’t like him doing that.  Makes me cross to think Bertie has been trying to cuddle up to him.  No matter, I forgive him after a bit.  Then we get our pellets, and then Mam gets the breakfast from the garden or the fridge or a mixture of the two.

After we’ve eaten, it’s time for a snooze.  And maybe we’ll go outside on the grass in the afternoon.

Then sometimes, like this weekend, we do other things later in the day, like have parties.  The cake was delicious, although Nev was too busy with grass to start with.  The grass has grown.  I think we should be out there to trim it for you every day, Mam.

Auntie Doris with Bertie

Our visitors came to see us

Hello! I had a very exciting day yesterday.

Uncle Bob and Auntie Doris came to see us. I didn’t know them before that, but I do now. Mummy has known them a long time, and they’ve known most of the other pigs in George’s Guinea Pig World, but not personally. We’re the only ones they’ve ever held and stroked.

It was extra exciting because they breed and show guinea pigs, and they told Mummy what our breed was most likely to be. And Auntie Doris said Mummy could show me! I am very beautiful. Well, of course you know that. My face markings aren’t perfect (I have streaks in them) but I have a good coat and I am a nice shape. Mummy says I have grown in the last two weeks and my head has caught up with my body. I now have a proper boar shape, according to her.

I expect you agree with all that.

Auntie Doris was very taken with Roscoe. She thinks he’s smart. He might be part Dalmatian as he has a spot in the right place on his head, and he also has some Sheltie in him. She also says he has one blue eye and one brown one, which is why Mummy has been thinking his eyes aren’t the same shape. His brown eye is the one in his ginger patch and the blue eye is the one on the white side.

Neville is mainly Peruvian, probably with some Abyssinian as he has too many coronets. And Biggles is definitely descended from a Rex. That means I’m definitely descended from a Rex too, as we are litter brothers. Rex means king, so as I thought, we are royalty.

We had nice cuddles with Auntie Doris and Uncle Bob as you can see here. I liked Uncle Bob’s beard. I like Uncle Bob and Auntie Doris very much and I hope they come back again soon.