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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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.

 

E for Evening cucumber #AtoZChallenge

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Mr Percy Pig

Hello and welcome to George’s Guinea Pig World.  I’m Percy, and I run this place with Kevin.  George set it up in 2009, which is before I was born.  I live with Bertie & Biggles in a nice cage next to Oscar, and his brother Midge lives next to Kevin.

Our A to Z theme is “Our Favourite Things”


eE is for Evening Cucumber

I think I suggested when we did C for Cuddles that cucumber was even more of a favourite thing.  We get little bits of cucumber at cuddle time in the morning, but in the evening, Mummy comes into the kitchen to make herself a drink and cut a slice of cucumber for each of us.  Oscar and I live in the kitchen, so we lean over the side and watch her to make sure she gives us the best bits.  Apparently Hugo and Hector used to do that as well, although most of us come to the side of the cage to get it straight from her hand.

Bertie & Biggles only arrived two weeks ago but they’ve already become brave enough to take their cucumber from Mummy’s hand.  Mummy’s very pleased with them.

Mmmm, Evening cucumber!

Kevin with his evening cucumber
Kevin with his evening cucumber

Come and see what F stands for tomorrow!

My daily grind

I thought you might like to know what I do all day.  I’m very busy, of course.

A typical day at this time of year goes something like this.

Oscar looks
Oscar looks

The sky gets lighter in the window above our heads and the sun comes up and we can see it’s bright at theother end of the kitchen where we live.  That’s good, that means it’s sunny.  I have a drink and a bite to eat, and tell Dougall it’s his turn in our nice snugglesac, because it’s my turn in the hammock.  If I’m lucky I get to snooze before Oscar comes biting the bars and disturbing me. Continue reading “My daily grind”

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C is for Cucumber and Carrots and Chard…

This one is REALLY difficult to choose.  It’s the most difficult of all.  I mean all these LOVELY things we like that begin with C.  Cucumber, carrots, chard, cauliflower, coriander, chard, caraway, celery, celeriac, cabbage (well, I’m not that keen on cabbage).  And then there’s wild flowers, colts foot, cats ear, camomile, cornflower.  Fred and George tried crocus once.  Mummy told them off as it’s supposed to be poisonous as it’s a bulb.  I didn’t know that. Continue reading “C is for Cucumber and Carrots and Chard…”