Way-aye, Roscoe here again, ‘here’ being Norfolk.
Once upon a time, we lived downstairs in the kitchen bit, in our nice big cage. I think Biggles had his cage next door, and Bertie was upstairs with Midge and Percy. Then after Midge and Percy went over the Rainbow Bridge, we all moved upstairs to the run.
You’ve seen pictures of the run, so you know how it is. You’ve seen pictures of the cages too. They’re pretty much the same size as the run, well mine and Nev’s, at any rate.
Down in Hampshire, we now have the cages. Ours is in the middle, Biggles is alongside our short end one side, and Bertie is the other end, and their cages stick out a bit. Mam says that’s more or less the layout for when we move into our room there, the ‘office’.
You know, I like being in the cage. It’s nice and bright, and there’s a bit of privacy with the sides. Bertie’s been getting a lot of exercise standing up and looking at us. It’s much better than him biting the bars all the time.
Mam would like Biggles to stand up and look in too. He’s quite capable of it, because he stands up at the side when Mam brings us cucumber.
But I think the plan is for us to have the runs rebuilt all on one level in the same plan as the cages. Mam says it’ll be better for her back.
So that’s my question really. Cages or runs? They both seem good to me. But given the choice, which would you pick?
See you next time, when we’ll be back in Hampshire. Mam’s warned us there’ll be some banging next time, but she might take us out for a drive if it’s really bad.
Bye for now,