Tag: garden run

Garden party and good news

On By geordieroscoeIn Birthdays3 Comments

Way-aye, Roscoe here again.

We had our party on Tuesday and it was nice and sunny! Here are the photos of our new present, and the party itself.

  • We got a new grassy tunnel
  • Nevile likes the grassy tunnel
  • Mam made me a cake
  • Biggles likes my cake
  • I shared it with him
  • Neville liked the cake too
Neville found a butterfly

Isn’t that a nice photo Mam got of Neville and the butterfly? Mam says it’s called a Red Admiral. Ahoy there, Red!

As you can tell, we had a good time. A grassy tunnel in the morning, to replace the one we’d eaten all the grass off long ago. Then in the afternoon, out in the not-too-hot sunshine, eating cake and wandering around the grass. The cake is made of mashed pellets, with added thyme and oregano, and decorated with cucumber pieces. It’s yummy!

Mam said she’s not used to making just one cake, and she automatically made enough for two. She’s put the other one in the freezer. She doesn’t know if pigs can eat defrosted pellet cake, but still.

Altogether it’s been a good week. Some nights we couldn’t sleep for the wind in the trees, and the rain on the roof, and neither could Mam.

A man came to fix the doors on the summerhouse, because they were collapsing. He didn’t mind working outside in all the winds we had. He made lots of nasty noises with something called a sander, or a saw. But the doors won’t break completely now; Mam said they were falling to pieces.

Mam put us out for a bit on Saturday before he left. It was still windy, but it had stopped raining and the ground was dry. And we inspected the doors and they look great!

But the really good news is that Mam spoke to Auntie Anna, who’s the new Sophie, and sorted out something that was a Misunderstanding. So Auntie Anna is visiting later this week, and then Mam can go over and select her new piggies! We can’t wait, but then, neither can Mam. And yet we’ve been waiting for months. Three and a half months, to be exact, since Bertie died. We miss him.

See you next week. And thank you for the extra questions. I’ll use them later when the news gets slow again. Keep them coming!

love

Roscoe xxx

Biggles in the new garden

Runs and runs, and runs!

On By bertie bootsIn garden1 Comment

Hello! Bertie here again.

We are all keeping our distance from everyone except our immediate household. Roscoe and I had an argument about it in the garden and I won! I hope you are too.

We were out in the garden for the, um, seventh? day in a row. We have two days in the run, then it moves. It’s been moving across the garden. Then yesterday it took a step down the garden. Roscoe says it’s going to come back across next, but I say it’s going to continue down. We didn’t argue about that. We argued about who was going to give way in the tunnel.

It’s been lovely and sunny, and warm, and we’ve enjoyed the runs on the grass a lot.

Now when we go back in afterwards we find Mummy’s been working on new runs for us inside. They’ll take the place of our cages. I’ll be back in a nice 3×2 panel run. Roscoe and Neville will share a 4×2. Biggles is getting a funny shaped one which adds up to a 3×2, but fits our space better. Mummy says she likes to be able to walk round the back of Biggles’s cage to clean it.

Anyway, we’ll post photos when it’s finished.

Keep well

love

Bertie xxxx

O is for Outdoors and Other things

On By geordieroscoeIn a to z challenge, garden1 Comment

2019 A to Z badge

Outdoors is definitely my favourite thing.

I’m Roscoe, and we’re working our way from A to Z through the alphabet.  My mate Bertie does alternate weeks with me.

We spend most of our time indoors, in our runs, up next to Mam’s working space. But summertime, we go outdoors into the garden, if the weather’s not too hot, not too wet, not too cold, and not too dry. Or too dark.

Most days Mam sets up our run around or between the vegetable patches, with their own little fences surrounding them.  She says it ‘maximises the use of the panels.’ I know we get bigger runs when she does that. I don’t know if that’s what ‘maximises’ means. Bertie generally gets his own run, because he fights with Biggles if they are left together. We get on with both of them.

Summer snoozing
Yummy leaves
Social setting
Between the veg beds

Bertie’s run always joins onto ours. We have a sort of meet and greet area. We’ve got that indoors as well, so it’s not vital.  Biggles likes running around with us, though, and we like him. He’s a nice chap, keeps himself to himself while still being sociable, like.

Over the weekend she decided we’d better get to work on the grass elsewhere in the garden and we had one under the tree and the other next to it, spreading out onto the grassy area, which is still a bit sparse. It’s recovering from drying up last summer.

Mowing the grass
More mowing
On the grassy part
Under the tree

Saturday we were with Biggles in the very shady patch.  Sunday we were in the other one (which is bigger) with Bertie. We got to work on the grass on both places, but clearly Bertie needs more help to mow his than Biggles does.  But then, he doesnt pay much attention to the grass.  He spends a lot of time bothering me.  He’s a right pain in the grease gland at times.  Later in the afternoon Mam put me back with Biggles, which was nice.  Biggles appreciated my company too.

(Sigh) Outdoors.  I like it a lot.  I sometimes stand at the door when Mam’s out picking our breakfast, thinking how nice it would be to go out straight away.  But I don’t.  Not till Mam says the time is right.

Then I can go and get the feel of grass underneath my feet, the wind in my ears, and the sun on my back. I laze around listening to the birds singing, and the little rustling noises of things in the borders, like frogs, and toads, and insects.

Yes, I love outdoors. Although I’m not so keen when it rains.

Next week, Bertie’s back with something beginning with P.  I’ve no idea what.

Have a good week.

love

Roscoe xxx

 

first day of spring grass 2019

It’s spring! We have proof!

On By bertie bootsIn garden2 Comments

Bertie here, full of the joys of spring!

We went out in the garden for the first time this year at the weekend.

I thought it was a bit scary, all that sky above my head, so I hid under my tent.  I still ate the grass I found there.  I thought it was a bit cold on my feet, but nice under the shelter of the tent.

Biggles ran around with Roscoe and Neville!  I know he’s been spending time with them on the floor, and more time than I have.  I usually say hi and good-bye to Roscoe at floor time.  Sometimes we get to bump noses, but usually if Mummy’s got my tent out I’ll go into that to avoid any confrontation. If there’s something we don’t argue about we can spend a while longer together these days.  But I didn’t realise that Biggles had actually made friends with them.  Turncoat.  I knew there was a good reason I didn’t like him.

Neville and Biggles eat from tents while Roscoe turns his back
Roscoe intent on the grass edges
Bertie hides under the tent
Bertie still hides behind the tent
Biggles emerges onto the greass
View of the runs and the garden with Nev, Rosc and Bigs out in the open

Here are some pictures of us out on the grass.  The white thing is the netting over the new seeds.  Mummy’s sown carrots, salad leaves and something else for us in there. On the left is the bed with the veg that’s been growing all winter; swiss chard which we get for breakfast some days, curly endive (the same) and broad beans which will pod in a couple of months, Mummy says.  And on the far right, behind the lavender, there are baby pea plants growing.  That’s baby plants, not baby peas.

Next week we start the A to Z thing.  I’m very excited about it.

See you in a couple of weeks,

Bertie

xx

PS Did you see my interview with Joshua?

PPS.  Mummy says we can come off our special low fat diet pellets because it’s made no difference to our weights.  This is the latest chart.

Bertie with his pellet bowl

Mummy’s taken our runs in :(

On By bertie bootsIn garden, Hygiene4 Comments

Mummy took our run panels down at the weekend, even though it was sunny outside.  She said it was just too wet for us, due to the heavy dew, and lack of sun on the grass.  I know what she means: the last few times there’s been sun in the sky but not shining where we are.  It was okay, but if the grass is wet then I want to stay in my tent.  Or the tunnel.

So that’s it for this year.  Maybe we’ll get out on the grass in March.  Mummy says we do some years, but this year it was cold and wet right through till early May.  It’s something to do with climate change changing things around.

Selfie with Mummy

I saw Roscoe told you he and Neville had baths.  I didn’t have a bath then but I had my tummy washed this week.  Just my tummy.  I’d got it all sticky during the night.  Mummy didn’t ask questions, she just stood me on the side of the big white sink, put water and soap on my tummy and rubbed it so it all went bubbly, and then held me so the water ran over my tummy to wash it clean again.  Then she wrapped me in a light towel, and we went and had our normal cuddles.

Apparently Auntie Shirley and Uncle Barry are coming to see us on Tuesday.  That’s tomorrow.  I expect they’ll look at our teeth too.  I like Auntie Shirley and Uncle Barry but I wish they wouldn’t make us show them our back teeth.  Mummy says it\s better than having to go to the vet for teeth work.  She thinks Biggles may need some work on his.  Mine will be perfect, of course.

 

The garden run has been taken in

On By PercyIn Happenings, Health2 Comments

The report from downstairs is that Mummy has brought the garden run panels in. The small ones live in a canvas bag under the table, and I can confirm the bag is full of the run panels. The large ones are packed in the cardboard boxes. I can’t tell whether the boxes are full or not, but I expect that Biggles and Oscar are right.

September in the garden

It’s sad that we won’t be going out in the garden again until spring. We had a couple of afternoons out last week, because it was warm and sunny, and not too damp. Midge and I made friends with Roscoe and Neville, who are really nice chaps.Maybe if there are some really sunny dry days Mummy will put a small run out for the deserving few. But I suppose it’s only just over two months till the winter solstice, and we have to get used to it.

Percy
Roscoe and Percy
Percy in the sun
Biggles and Bertie, sperated by a fence
Roscoe, Midge, Neville & Percy

Mummy seems to be trying to give us extra floor time to make up for it, but she sometimes doesn’t remember, or she’s too busy with other things. Or it’s just too late when she comes in. Never mind, we still get pickings of grass every now and then, and readigrass most other days. I like readigrass. I don’t think Bertie’s decided whether he likes it or not. He’s a funny boy, that one.

Percy's lump

I’m finally going into hospital on Wednesday to have my lump done. Mummy says I’ll just have a nice deep sleep while Dr Sally finds out what’s going on inside the lump, and she’ll either sort it out if she can, or leave it if she can’t. I’ll probably have a sore cheek when I wake up, and the nurses will look after me until Mummy brings me home. I might feel a bit poorly for a while. It’s just to be expected. She’ll be looking after me and giving me tubefood if I can’t eat easily on my own. And she might put me in the small cage on my own so to keep the operation site cleaner, and not disturb Midge so much when I get my extra feeds. I’m glad I’m going to have something done to it. It’s a bit of a nuisance. I hope Dr Sally can fix it.  But if I have to have a lot of fuss afterwards, I’m glad Mummy waited so that I had a nice quiet summer out on the grass.

I’ll let Bertie tell you how the operation went next week. Although Mummy might tell you as well.

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