Bertie & Biggles had a half-birthday

Hello all, Percy here.

Sorry I’m late this week. Yesterday was Bertie and Biggles’ half-birthday. It’s a half a year since they were born, so they are now six months old. That’s seven in piggy years, which I was going to tell you more about but I’ll leave it for another time.

I think Mummy only celebrated their half-birthday because she knew they were getting too big for some of the toys in their runs. She took the small chube out of  the runs a little while ago, because she didn’t want them to get stuck in them. They each weigh over 1100 gms now, which is more than Oscar weighs. They have been using secondhand grassy tunnels to make sure they didn’t get stuck, but there wasn’t much interesting grass left on them.

biggles small fiddlesticks

Biggles has been complaining he had to squeeze through his old fiddlesticks, too. Well, they are a bit small. Fred and George had them when they were little. They are heirloom fiddlesticks.

Well, they had a surprise when Mummy came home yesterday. She gave them new tunnels and fiddlesticks – well, Bertie had a new type of tunnel we’ve not seen before, called a seagrass tunnel, and Biggles had some new rainbow fiddlesticks. They are the same type that Oscar has, although his are very faded. Hugo had those first, so again, they are heirloom ones, too.

Anyway, here are Bertie and Biggles with their half-birthday presents.

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Victor would have been nine years old today

Kevin reporting today, since I knew Victor.  He was a grand old man when I arrived, although then he was only four.  He lived till he was six and one-quarter, or thereabouts, and he was the friendliest and most amiable guy you could imagine.  Humphrey was friendly too, but a little more reserved.

Victor's 6th birthday
Victor’s 6th birthday

I suppose I may have met him on the floor in the kitchen beforehand, but I always remember the day of the Queen’s Jubilee [in 2012], when we had a party in the garden, all seven of us – Victor, Humphrey, Hector, Dylan, Dougall, Colman and me.

Our party in the park arena
Our party in the park arena
The Jubilee Seven
The Jubilee Seven

Those were the days!

There are lots of posts written by him on here – you can click his photo in the ‘Authors’ at the bottom, and read more of his wise words and reportage.

In other domestic news: Mummy washed my tent the other day and the wire on the base broke, but she says it’ll be okay for sitting in until the better weather comes.  I wonder if that means she’ll get me a new one, or whether she’s got another hanging around not being used?  She also mixed in some new stuff called ‘muesli’ with my pellets.  She said Victor liked it, and she thought I might too.  Such a kind Mummy ❤

Yesterday was Dylan and Dougall’s birthday

Well, it would have been if they’d made it this far.  I think Mummy is only just getting over the shock of Dylan dying, eight weeks after Dougall did.  I guess he just couldn’t live without him, even though you’d have thought that Dylan was so outgoing and into everything (and everyone) that he’d be okay.

Anyway, here to cheer Mummy up are some happy memories.

You are invited to my party!

It’s a whole year since I came home with Mummy from the funny hot place with lots of people.  I’m not sure what it was called, but the rescue place put me and Rabbit there to try and find us homes – and I found Mummy!  I think it was my lucky day.

Mummy says we should celebrate my birthday on my gotcha day, since we don’t know when my birthday is, or even how old I am.  I was supposed to be five years old, so she took pity on me, thinking I’d fit in with Kevin and Dylan and Dougall.  But by spring she thought I couldn’t have been more than two, judging from my neat and delicate toenails, and now she thinks maybe I wasn’t even that old.  She was looking at photos of last year, which is why she thinks that.  And also because although I put on a lot of weight after I got here, she reckons it was simply because I was growing up.  I’ll go with that.

Mr Percy
Mr Percy

This was me at D&D’s birthday party at the end of last November.

And this is me now.

Of course, I’ve put on weight, but Mummy says I’m now a mature boar, not a young lad which is what I look like in comparison.  I’ve grown into my head and ears, she says, and I have a superb topline, whatever that means.  So we’re going to say I’m three now, but I could be less.  Maybe I’m only two.  I don’t know.  I know I like it here, and I hope there’s going to be cake tomorrow, when we have my birthday party.  I like the cake Mummy makes.  It’s made of mushed pellets and herbs and tastes yummy.  I do hope we have cake.

By the way, we’re back in our own room now.  We came back on Saturday.  I got used to Mummy sitting in the same room as us and watching the picture box, but it’s just as nice here and we have more light.  And we get to run around on the kitchen floor again, and it’s all clean.  Mummy has asked us to keep it that way.  Um, I’ll do my best, Mummy.

PS.  Do you like our new layout?  Mummy’s been trying to make it better for people using mobile phones.  I hope you enjoy it.  Let me know if you need something changed!

Kevin had a birthday

I’m sorry I wasn’t here last week.  We had a birthday party for Kevin’s official birthday.  He was six years old.  He had cake with six candles on it, and six pieces of strawberry.  He said it was very nice, and when Mummy took the candles away he asked her to share his cake with us.  I didn’t like the strawberry thing.  I didn’t like it when Mummy gave it to us earlier in the summer, and I still don’t like it.  Mummy gives us lots of strange things I never had at my old home, and not enough cabbage, in my opinion.  She tried something new this week, called corn cob husks, which the others loved but I thought they were boring.  We only get these in September, apparently.  Kevin tells me these things.  He says he’s trying to pass on the wisdom of those who have passed it to him.  Sometimes I wonder if he’s making it up, but he seems to eat all his corn husks and a lot of the fruit, too.

Anyway, here are some pictures of Kevin and his cake, and also a funny animal which was on the leaf above Kevin’s run.  It’s called an Elephant Hawk Moth Caterpillar.  It was nearly as big as me.  Well, no, but it was the size of Mummy’s fingers.

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