Roscoe with bean leaves

Even more leaves from the garden

Mam’s been giving us even more leaves from the garden!

These are called cucumber leaves, and bean stalks.  She said the plants were finished now, but we could have what we liked from the stalks and stems.  Although there were a couple more beans and there just might be another cucumber coming.

Then she was out for a few more days and told us it was too cold to go out in the evening now.  And there probably won’t be any more leaves if it gets colder at night.

It’s sunny in the day, though.  I hope it’s going to be warm enough for us to go out for a bit more grass this week.  Even half an hour will do.  Eh, Mam?

 

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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

Emergency! Send cucumber!

There was no cucumber this morning!

It’s the end of the world!

First the grass disappears, then the cucumber disappears.  What’s gonna happen next?

We’ve been running around on hard brown grass for the weeks now. It’s even browner than in those pictures.  I don’t mind that much.  There’s a tiny weeny piece of grass that appears just outside our run, and Mam moves the last panel slightly so we can get at it.  I always share what’s left with Neville.  I have to test it first. Mam gives us readigrass when we go in, which is nice.

Testing the green grass

Mam says she’s making it rain just a little on our grass when we’ve gone inside in the evening.  She usually makes it rain on the vegetables and some of the flowers, and even one of the trees when we’re still out. We’re staying in that area because it’s nice and shady, and the rest of the grass is even browner.

It’s not going to rain anytime soon.  I saw the weather forecast this morning. When we did NOT have cucumber with our cuddles. (She said there were none in the store when she went to get some more). We did have parsley instead.  But it’s just not the ticket, Mam.

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percy midge and biggles

Grass and yummy things but no sunshine yet

Hello everybody.  Percy here again.  Although Bertie did ask me if he could start blogging again.  He may be back soon, just wait till he has something to talk about other than himself.

Percy's new bed

It’s been a funny week.  Mummy seemed to hope we’d be getting out in the garden this weekend, but it didn’t happen.  Roscoe reported she’d been outside without her coat on, so we were hopeful, but she said the grass was too damp for us.  She did bring us in a big handful on many days, and it was a little damp, but it was freshly picked and very yummy.  Saturday she brought us in fresh leaves with roots.  I think she calls them weeds, but there was dandelion, sow thistle and chickweed among other things.  Then yesterday we had a lot of leaves she grows for us in the garden.  Chard, radicchio, salsify (yum), and also some others we weren’t too keen on.  A bit too strong for our delicate tastes. It was great to have fresh leaves, though.

Mummy had a good look at my teeth yesterday and asked me why I had my lower jaw over to the right.  I didn’t know, it just did that of its own accord.  She felt around my jawline and said she thought my lump had gone down my neck a bit, and wrapped around the hinge of my jaw.  She’s started giving me metacam again.  Seems all right to me.  I thought you’d like to know, though.

I hope we go out on the grass this week.  Keep your fingers crossed for us, please.

 

percy

Happy Easter

Hello everybody.  Happy Easter from me, Percy, and all the others here at George’s Guinea Pig World.

Midge, Percy & Bertie floor time

We had a nice couple of days last week and Mummy brought us in a little bit of grass on one of them.  She said the grass isn’t growing as much as it did before the snow, though.  And then, guess what?  It snowed again last night!  It turned to rain agin, but it’s still too cold out there for us to go outside.

Mummy’s been very busy cleaning and tidying.  She stands by her box of paper and tears it up for hours on end, then she takes the box downstairs and comes back with it all empty.  Then she fills it up again.  It’s funny to watch her, but I suppose it’s a bit like eating hay.  As soon as you finish, more arrives.

I’ve stopped taking my metacam for a bit.  Mummy says there’s no sign of my lump, and if it comes back I can have the metacam again.  I’m having the nutrimed instead, which is also supposed to help keep the lump down.  Nutrimed is better for me because it’s not so strong and better for my kidneys.  But sometimes metacam is the right thing to have, and sometimes nutrimed is better.   I’m happy if Mummy’s happy.  She’s giving me and Midge both a Joint Support tablet in the evening, and I think that is doing both of us good.  Midge seems much less grouchy now he’s having that.  It has something called glucosamine in it, and it’s good for our joints.  This is Kevin with the Joint Support bottle.

Kevin with Joint Support

Bertie gets very jealous if he doesn’t have something, so Mummy gives him a few pellets of our Pro-Fibre.  He loves them!  Well, so do we.  We have a small scoop each in the evening. It helps our digestion. Midge likes them because it means we’ve got more in our foodbowl.  He loves eating out of his food bowl.  I do too, but not as much as Midge does.

Anyway, we’re all well, and everyone downstairs is fine, too.  I know, because I usually get to have a quick chat to Neville in the morning before Mummy puts me back after my run.  See you in a couple of weeks.

Is this the real grass? Is it just fantasy?

Mummy gave us a pile of grass the other day.  It was sunny all day. She was out in her golf things as usual. When she got home it was too cold for us to go out.  It’s not fair, is it?  You agree with me, don’t you?  But she did go into the garden and pick some grass for us.  It was a big pile.  Well, Percy and Midge had a pile that was twice the size of mine.  But that was for two of them.  And Midge is twice the size of me anyway.

roscoe and Neville with fresh grass

On Saturday it was pretty dull and wet.  It wasn’t cold though.  Something called ‘the heating’ came on.  It made it very comfortable, especially in the early morning.  Mummy didn’t go out in the garden, according to Oscar, who sometimes tells me these things in the morning.  She took the rubbish out, but said it was raining. But in the afternoon she came round to all of us with a big tub of grass.  She gave us a handful each.  It was very dry. Very very dry, but it wasn’t hay.  It was green.  It smelled more like grass than hay, but stronger than fresh grass.  I ate some of it then left the rest for later.

Bertie and his hay

Percy says it’s called Ready-grass.  It’s okay, I suppose.  Not as good as real grass, but better than nothing.

I hate nothing.

Percy says I’ve never had nothing, so how would I know?

I just do, that’s all.  Ready-grass is okay, but not much like real grass.  It must be fantasy grass.

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