After Auntie Dawn hinted to look up Galileo after my Think Piece on The Moon, I began to understand something else I had been considering, namely why the night is the same length as the day twice a year. Coincidentally, my piece last week about The Moon was at the autumn version of this “Equinox” as it is called. I am going to cheat a bit and, by the magic of blogging, set this post to be published at the Spring Equinox. Continue reading “Equal night and day time”
I realise that most piggies will never encounter the Sea. This is a shame as our name in other languages is closely related to our history as ship pigs. ‘Little Sea Pigs’ is what the term translates as in Dutch and in German and a few other languages as well. The Guinea in guinea pig refers to a country on the north coast of South America, and other languages, like French, call us Pigs of the Indies, meaning the West Indies. History books tell us that sailors brought us back to England as pets.
So even if you never see the Sea you should know a little bit about it, and give some Thought to its true nature. Continue reading “What is The Sea?”
This is the second of Fred’s Philosphicals, his Think Pieces, which was unfinished when he died.
Why is the Wind? This is the subject of my second Think Piece, and I must admit it is the one that intrigues me most. Mummy is quite correct to identify the Wind Experiments as one of Princeling Fred’s Great Works.
By observation, we can feel that the wind is a movement of air. Exactly what air is I am not going to explore further but state that I am considering it to be a thin fluid, like water but much much thinner, so we can see through it and can’t actually see it unless there are clouds travelling in it. In fact the clouds could be considered to be a bit like pond weed or muddy water travelling in a river. I am lucky enough to live by a river, so I have used the technical process of Analogy and applied it to my Wind Thinking. Continue reading “Why is the Wind?”
It’s six months today since Georgie died. That’s six of your months, it’s the equivalent of seven years in my lifespan. Its a long time in anyone’s language. The leaves have all turned gold and brown, or fallen off the trees already and winter is coming. We used to cuddle up to each other in winter. Well we’d cuddle up anytime we felt like a bit of company or warmth, to be fair. Continue reading “Remembering George”
We havent been out on the grass for ages, but Mummy has occasionally brought some in for us. Its usually been a bit on the damp side, so I suppose she knows it’s not right for us to go outside and eat it. But I think today is the official start of winter, since she gave us the dried grass – Readigrass – as a treat. Continue reading “Mmm Readigrass”
We’ve just had a lovely evening with mummy being cuddled and watching scarey movies on the box in the corner. I dont really like scarey movies but Mummy hid my eyes from the scariest bits, and the music was nice. It was all about animals at the north pole, or the south pole and how they got through the summer. The scariest ones were the snowy owls because they ate lemmings which looked small and furry and very much like us! Continue reading “Cuddles and stuff”