Grass is good – and long!

Hello, Bertie here.

We’ve been out on the grass again, nearly every day for lots of hours. I hate to say it but Roscoe was right. Our run moved back towards the wooden hut called the summerhouse, and Mummy cut the rest of the grass with the orange machine. It’s ready to cut again, though. Mummy says she’ll do it today.

Apparently it’s going to be cooler this week, with rain as well. So we won’t go out. We’ve done a pretty good job on the grass, even though I say it myself. The bit we had this weekend was really lush. Mummy put the shade tunnel over it to encourage us to eat it.

Then she put the big rails up and I thought we were going to get a smaller pen, but no. She did it just to put the shade cover up for us. And while we were mowing under that, she put a thin white curtain up to give us some protection from the early morning sun. She thinks of everything, doesn’t she?

So that’s everything from me, apart from a ‘get well soon’ message to Digby.

See you next time

love

Bertie xxxx

Biggles in the new garden

Runs and runs, and runs!

Hello! Bertie here again.

We are all keeping our distance from everyone except our immediate household. Roscoe and I had an argument about it in the garden and I won! I hope you are too.

We were out in the garden for the, um, seventh? day in a row. We have two days in the run, then it moves. It’s been moving across the garden. Then yesterday it took a step down the garden. Roscoe says it’s going to come back across next, but I say it’s going to continue down. We didn’t argue about that. We argued about who was going to give way in the tunnel.

It’s been lovely and sunny, and warm, and we’ve enjoyed the runs on the grass a lot.

Now when we go back in afterwards we find Mummy’s been working on new runs for us inside. They’ll take the place of our cages. I’ll be back in a nice 3×2 panel run. Roscoe and Neville will share a 4×2. Biggles is getting a funny shaped one which adds up to a 3×2, but fits our space better. Mummy says she likes to be able to walk round the back of Biggles’s cage to clean it.

Anyway, we’ll post photos when it’s finished.

Keep well

love

Bertie xxxx

Bertie's ramp

I’m having loads of fun!

Hello, Bertie here again.

Roscoe told you last week we’re in our new house and room, and Mummy’s busy unpacking. She was very pleased yesterday because she finally found the kitchen cutlery. That’s what she said and it sounds important. She made herself a nice stew with red pepper and fennel and carrot and parsley in it. I know because we got the end bits of the carrots, the red pepper, the parsley and the cut-off bits of fennel.

You know I learnt to jump out of my cage and run around the living room checking up on everyone? Well, big news!

Mummy has put a ramp for me to climb back into my cage!

She leaves it up for most of the day, and leaves the top of my cage open. She only closes the top and takes the ramp away in the evening. It’s FANTASTIC! Any time I want to go exploring, or to stretch my legs, I jump out of the cage, and then when I’ve had enough, I go back in!

Actually, it’s quite boring when I’m out, because I’m the only one, and Mummy has cleared up all our smells from the morning run. But still. She does talk to me, and if I want a head scritch I can go and ask her for one.

If she’s not in the living room, that is. Roscoe and I aren’t allowed in the living room any more. There are lots of things in there that weren’t there before. But Mummy doesn’t want us leaving our messages on the carpet behind the big blue sitting thing. We still get our morning cuddles there, with Mummy sitting on the big blue sitting thing.

So, I like it here.

There’s going to be grass too. Mummy’s been picking us some handfuls of grass in the afternoon, but it won’t be long till we’re out on the new grass. Mummy’s having to water it at the moment. She said she should have started doing that a week ago. I think she’s worried about it, but I’m sure it’s growing.

See you next time.

Love

Bertie xxxx

Lots of funny things going on

Hello, Bertie here.

Lots of funny things are going on at the moment.

Last week we were here all week and so was Mummy. Nobody came to do the floor, although someone came on Monday to measure it or something.

Then somebody else came and took away all the grass! Then he did lots of things where it had been and when he finished, there was lovely long grass all laid out in neat rows! We’re not allowed to eat it till after Easter, so Mummy says. What is Easter and when is it?

Mummy’s been very worried about something called avirous. She had to go to the shop to get enough food for her for five weeks, and for us for two weeks. She says that’s all the time the fresh veg will store for. But we have lots of pellets and hay, and she’s ordered hay to be delivered from a place called Hay Box, and we’d better like it, because it’s not cheap. Well, Mummy never gives us cheap food, only good quality things, so it must be good, don’t you think?

Neville likes hay

She’s also been busy painting the room we’re in, which she said she wasn’t going to do when we were in it because of the smell. It certainly does smell funny. Not very nice, but not bad. She said she had to do it before the furniture came, and that’s on Friday. But the floor isn’t finished, and Liam is coming today to work on it so it’s finished on Thursday. And Mummy’s going back to Norfolk without us on Tuesday to make sure all the furniture arrives on Friday.

I hope you understand all of this, because to me it makes no sense at all. Oh, and now she’s also worried because Uncle James is in Spain and he’s not allowed to leave.

Do you have all these complicated things going on in your life too? Or is it just Mummy?

More news next week.

love, Bertie xxx

Bertie on the carpet

This is nice :)

Hello, it’s Bertie here.

We’re in Hampshire, but it’s not yet what Mummy said it would be. We’re in the cages in the living room like we were last time. That’s okay, of course.

When we arrived on Thursday, Mummy found that the floor was still damp from where they’d been working on it. Our living room is fine, that’s got carpet on it, and it’s really nice to run over.

The men came in to inspect it on Friday, and said it would have to wait till next week to dry out. The tiles aren’t down yet, so we can’t move anything out of the living room. Mummy just shrugged her shoulders, but moved us into our boxes and intot he bathroom while they did stuff to the floor.

While they did that, the other man did stuff to the ceiling in the living room. Roscoe told you last week there’d been a big hole in it, and the man had fixed it and made the ceiling a dark brown colour. Well, this week he made it a nice white colour. It looks much better. Mummy showed him the other rooms. Apparently there’s more work to be done when the floor’s finished.

Then there was some more fun when something else was found out, and the roof men came back and said the roof was dry. Why the ceiling was wet nobody really new, but apparently it’s drying out as the floor dries out. It’s all more than I can understand, and Mummy says nobody really understands the ceiling thing, they’re just making a best guess.

Meanwhile we’re enjoying ourselves in the cages and running around the house in the morning. Roscoe and I haven’t tried the other rooms yet, but they’ve got the same floor as the hallway. We try to get off it into the living room as soon as we can.

Maybe next week the floor will be finished.

Mummy says the man is coming to do the grass next week. That sounds promising.

Mummy’s going back to Norfolk for a couple of days, but we’re not. We’re here for good, she says. I think we like it here. It’s nice.

See you soon,

Bertie xxxx

Bertie crossed to the top run

Mummy hasn’t come home!

Bertie here, in our house in Norfolk.

Mummy went out in the car as the storm ended yesterday, and she hasn’t come home!

She gave us lots of food and hay and stuff before she left. Roscoe says she had it all planned, wasn’t I listening? But I don’t remember her saying anything about staying out all night.

Roscoe says that Auntie Claire will come in on Tuesday with more food and we’ve got to be extra nice to her. She’s not been feeling well, but she’s still coming to look after us. That’s very nice of her.

But I thought we were going to go to Hampshire and have banging on the roof.

Roscoe sighs. ‘But the people are doing the floor as well and there will be machines and scraping and whining and probably dust and smells as well. Oh, and wood breaking noises.’

How does he know all this?

‘I pay attention to what Mam says,’ he says.

Well, I do too. I didn’t hear her say all this. If she told Roscoe during morning cuddles, then maybe that’s why. I was so busy having my grease gland cleaned and dried that I didn’t have time to listen to what Mummy was saying.

Well, as long as she’s safe in Hampshire. We’re safe here. And Auntie Claire is coming with more food.

We’ll be fine.

Love

Bertie xxx