Our evening cucumber is getting later

I’ve noticed.  I don’t know what Mummy is doing in the evenings, but she seems to be getting later giving us our cucumber.  A month ago we got it when it was still light, and now when she gives it to us it’s almost completely dark outside.  We complain, but she tells us “It’s not time yet,” and I’m sure it is.

It’s also getting cooler when we’re out on the grass and the sun sets behind the trees.  A while ago it was still warm enough to be out, and Mummy would give us our cucumber almost as soon as we’d come inside again.  Now it gets a bit cooler, Mummy decides it’s time to come in (and I’m sure we haven’t been out for long – not if she’s been out playing golf, anyway), and then it’s ages till cucumber time.

She says it’s due to it being September, and winter draws on.  I’m not sure what that means, but it sounds okay.  Then she says thing like “It’s less than three weeks to the autumn equinox.”   Well, I’ve heard of that.  Equi-nox means equal night.  And Fred wrote an explanation of equal day and night time.  I read it some time ago, and if you wonder what it means, you should read it too.

I see Dylan wrote something on the Autumn Equinox too.  You see, all the interesting topics have been said by someone else.  What is a reporting pig supposed to do?

Give you some more photos of adorable guinea pigs, I suppose.

 

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I met Roscoe and Neville last week

Hi!  Bertie here!  It’s been a busy week for Mummy but at least when she went out early she gave us lots of food, and most days she came back in time to give us a nice run in the garden.

I’ve met the two new boys, Roscoe and Neville.  Roscoe is white, and quite big, although not as big as Midge (nobody in the world is as big as Midge – although Mummy’s taller).  Neville looks big but he isn’t, he’s just very hairy.  Midge says he looks like Dylan from the front and Dougall from the back and he’s as shy as Dougall.  That doesn’t mean a thing to me.  Percy says Midge is right, though. Oscar says Midge is right as well, and Oscar hardly ever agrees with Midge.

Here are lots of pictures of us in the garden.  Mummy has some moving pictures too, which she’ll tell you about later.

roscoe neville brekkie

A Very Interesting Week!

Percy here.  You’ll be pleased to know that Mummy has discovered that giving me medicines makes me grumpy and she’s stopped.  She’s quite surprised, because apparently metacam is supposed to take any pain from my lump away.  But I don’t really have pain from it, it’s just inconvenient and sometimes it helps to lie on it.  So that was the first interesting thing last week.

percy midge sleeping

The second one is that we spent a lot of days out in the garden, then we spent the rest of the week indoors.  I think some of it is down to when Mummy is playing golf.  Sometimes it’s sunny when she plays golf, and then we go out when she comes back.  That’s good because it’s not too hot by then, and we get some nice eating and running around done.

The third interesting thing was on Friday.  She said she wouldn’t have time for normal morning cuddles, because she had to leave early.  That usually means she’ll be back early too, but when she came back (which was quite late, really) it had rained and the grass was wet.  She still went out to get us some grass to eat in our runs, which was nice of her.  The grass was nice too.

But I could smell interesting smells on her – smells of other guinea pigs.  And sure enough, when we went down next morning to have our weigh-in and cuddles and run around the kitchen, there were two strangers in the room.  She introduced me to one of them, a white nosed chap named Roscoe.  The other one, who looked a lot like Dylan, was much shyer and didn’t come over.  His name is Neville.

They’ve moved into Oscar’s old cage, that used to be Hector & Humphrey’s; before that it was Hugo & Victor’s.  Oscar doesn’t run around as much as he did, and he’s in the grey cage that I lived in when I first arrived.  So they’re all chatting away like old friends, when Mummy’s not there.  I think even Neville has stopped hiding completely when Mummy goes to his cage now, though.  Roscoe seems much more relaxed about everything.

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Apparently they both weigh in at 1.35 kilos, which is less than me and Midge (who’s gone up to 1.7kg!!).  But they both look big and well.  They were left behind in a house but the landlord looked after them, so they didn’t starve, not like Hector and Humphrey.  I’m glad of that.  I’m looking forward to chatting with them some more and exchanging memories of being in Rescue.

I’m glad I’m not in Rescue now, even though the people were very nice.  I expect the people at Roscoe & Neville’s Rescue were nice too.

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Ten things I like

Bertie here today.  I didn’t know what to talk about.  Mummy said, tell people what you like.  Percy said make a list of ten things.  You don’t want to bore people.

So here is my list

  1. Apple.  We don’t often have apple. It’s delicious.  We had one yesterday. Mummy picked it up from the tree on the golf course.  That means golf is good for something.
  2. Carrot.  We get carrot most days but I never get enough. Percy says he and Midge don’t get enough either.  Biggles says Oscar gets lots, and sometimes another in the evening. That’s not fair.  Percy says it’s because Oscar needs to put on weight. That’s still not fair.
  3. My tent.  My tent is blue. It’s in my loft area.  I like to sleep on the fleece behind it, because it makes me feel safe.  I like my tent.
  4. Running around in the garden. I love running around in the garden.  I like the feel of the grass on my feet.  I like eating grass too.  I like the way the birds and things fly around above us.  It makes me feel good to be out in the garden.
  5. Running around in the kitchen. It’s fun running around in the kitchen.  It’s not as much fun as the garden.  If Mummy leaves the door open, I like to go out in the garden, but she tells me off and makes me go back inside.
  6. My uncles, Percy and Midge.  They live next door to me and they are good fun, mostly.  They get irritated by me sometimes too.  But I still like them.
  7. Can I stop at six, Percy?
  8. What about Mummy?
  9. Oh yes, I like Mummy too.  I like Mummy a lot, especially when she gives me cucumber – oh!
  10. Cucumber.  I like cucumber a LOT. 🙂

Bertie at home

There, I’ve done it.  I made a list of ten things.

What do you like?

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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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We got wet!

We were out in the garden on Saturday. Oh, I should tell you it’s Bertie here.  Anyway, we were out in the garden on Saturday.  We went out early, about 2 o’clock, because Mummy was here.  She’d finished the gardening she wanted to do.  Then she had a drink and was reading while we did the rest of the grass for her.  She says Oscar and I aren’t much good at mowing her grass, but I think we’re brilliant.  We do our patches all by ourselves.  Percy, Midge and Biggles share the workload on theirs.  What, Percy?  Yes I know yours is three times as big.  You still have help.

Anyway, I was saying about getting wet.  Mummy went upstairs to do something.  I think she forgot to come down again. We were there for quite a while, and it got even cloudier.  It had been cloudy before, but this was worse.  Then it started to plop little plops of water around the place.  It was like being in a mist, only bigger.  It settled on the grass and on the tents and the tunnels and things.  Midge told me to go in the tent and he went into his.  Oscar said he was fine up against the covers of the kale bed.  Biggles ran from the tent to the tunnel to the new big tunnel.  I think he went under the tent for a while.  Percy went in the blue tunnel.  Everything got pretty wet, but Midge decided it was still good to eat.  He came out and started eating again.  His coat was sort of wet on top, but he said he was nice and warm.  He said he couldn’t feel the rain.  I tried it, and I couldnt feel it either, except on my nose and ears.  Percy told us not to be silly, didn’t you, Percy? (-Yes, I did.)

Anyway, suddenly Mummy rushed out to see us, apologising for leaving us out in the rain, and thank goodness it wasn’t heavy.  She said she hadn’t done that since Fred, George, Victor and Hugo were young.  That’s a very very long time ago.  Percy said it was so long ago it’s the dawn of history.  He started talking about the difference between our time and Mummy’s time. I think he’s going to tell you about that next week. (-I will if I remember)

So that’s our big adventure this week.

By the way, my nose is better now… look.

PS We were all perfectly warm enough, and we’re fine today, thank you.

PPS It was Hugo’s day yesterday.  Hugo tends to get left out of Days, for some reason.  Mummy said to remember him when I did the post.  Here’s a photo.

Hugo on Mull