Tag: grass

Grass, lovely, lovely grass

On By geordieroscoeIn garden3 Comments

Bertie asked me what I was going to talk about today.  I told him ‘grass’.

‘Why?’ he asked.

‘Because autumn’s coming,’ I said.  That confused him.

I know autumn’s coming because the days are getting shorter, Mam’s coming downstairs for cuddles and breakfast closer to sunrise, and we get cucumber in the dark in the evening. I explained that to him and he wandered off.

Now, you might notice there – Bertie and I had a conversation. He’s suddenly started being sociable.  As in, ‘hello, would you like to chat?’ not ‘I’m in charge SO THERE!’

It’s taken me a wee while to accept he means it.  I mean, we’ve had some serious fights.  I say hello, he bites me.  That sort of conversation.

But now, we’re out on the grass with just the run panel between us, and we’re chatting.  He even comes out in the morning and chats to Neville while I get my cuddle.  And walks away when I come down (mind you, Mam is holding his tent for him to walk into.)  He’s a changed pig.  Although I’ll wait a while longer before I trust him, mind.

And yes, we’re out on the grass – a little earlier in the afternoon if Mam has been out to dry it off in the morning.  The sun isn’t out for long and the shade comes over quickly enough, but it’s been nice and warm.  Very pleasant, in fact.  And the grass…

Well, the grass is delicious.  But we won’t be having it much longer…

See you next time.

Roscoe xx

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We have grass! (well, just a little)

On By geordieroscoeIn garden2 Comments

Hey! We’ve got some grass.  Mam says it’s because it rained last weekend.  There’s not much, just enough to make an odd-shaped run for one piggy group at a time.

I say ‘piggy-group’ because nobody wants to play with Bertie.  Oh, well, Neville says he doesn’t mind playing with Bertie, not too much, anyway.  But Biggles plays with Neville, no trouble.  I think that’s a bit of cheek, because Neville is my cagemate. So if I see Biggles I tell him to leave Neville alone, okay? And then Mam makes sure we aren’t together any longer than absolutely necessary.

Roscoe in the shade
Biggles in the shade
Bertie in the shade
Bertie on the grass
Neville finds something more interesting than grass
Neville and Roscoe in the shade

Anyway, we have grass, and it’s in the shade, and Mam has been sitting out there at her table watching over us and reading her book-thing.  That’s because we get the cat coming into the garden, and into our house, and generally making a nuisance of itself.  It came in when Bertie was out on the kitchen floor the other day.  Bertie was terrified.  Mam was really angry.  Not at Bertie, at the cat.  We’re getting used to her rushing past us, to get out of the doorway and hiss at the cat.  She tried taking a jug of water with her one time, but apparently it got away.  I’m not sure what she was going to do with the water, but still.

Talking of water, we had baths on Sunday.  We look gorgeous now.  She told us so.  She didn’t take photos though – she was too busy with golf stuff.

Till next time.

Roscoe

Things that go bump-flash in the night

On By bertie bootsIn weather4 Comments

Hello, Bertie here.

It seems likes Roscoe’s request for grass didn’t quite work, but we did get rain.  Mummy says it was Friday night mostly.  But we did get some yesterday too.  It’s been cooler, but nice.  Also cloudy.

Bertie looking cute
Bertie’s nose in the hay
Neville in the sack
Roscoe under the arch

Friday evening Mummy told us to be prepared for fireworks in the sky, and they started around sunset time.  They were a bit quiet to start with, then they got louder and flashier.  Then the rain started.  It was very windy too.  I wasn’t frightened, even when the lights went out, because I was hiding in my tunnel.  Biggles was hiding in his hay.  Neville was hiding in his tunnel and Roscoe was looking calm and sophisticated in his blue sack.  I don’t know how he always manages to look calm and sophisticated when he’s lying down.  It’s just that superior look he gives, down his nose.  Mummy wasn’t in any tunnels or sacks as far as I could tell.  She was in the living room where we get our cuddles.  I think she was watching the picture box when the light was on, and walking around lighting candles when it went out.  It came back on again, though, and she went back to her picture box.  She took some pictures out of the front door, too.

thunderstorm

She went out in the rain at one point and we could hear her moving water about.  She poured some into the barrel by the door and I think the rest went into the barrel at the other end of the patio.  She had buckets out to catch more rain.

On Saturday it was nice, and we went out for a short time in the garden, but it was very windy and we each went back to our tents for shelter.  Roscoe and Neville even sat in their tent together.  Mummy soon got the message and brought us back indoors.  There’s no grass out there.  Mummy says it will start growing again if we get a little more gentle rain and not too much hot weather.

Yesterday there was a little more rain and lots of wind, and we didn’t go out.  Mummy says it’s going to be hot hot hot again in a couple of days, so I think we’re still without grass.  But the herbs have picked up, and we had nice pickings of oregano for breakfast.

I hope you are having enough grass, enough rain and enough sun, but Auntie Dawn has too much and Auntie Noelle has too little, and it sounds like Joshua is somewhere in the middle.  Good luck, everybody.

PS It was Hugo’s day yesterday.  Seven years since he died.  Mummy says he’s in her new story. It’s his picture at the top of the page today.

PPS  Mummy says to tell you all our bite marks have cleared up now. I have no idea what she’s talking about.

Roscoe with no grass

Still no rain, please send grass

On By geordieroscoeIn weather3 Comments

Hi, Roscoe here, with dry feet, dry nose and dry grass. Mam has been giving us a bit of readigrass, when we’re out in the garden or when we come back in. She said yesterday we’ve nearly finished the bag. That’s quicker than we get through it in winter.

The pictures today are 2 weeks old. There’s no green at all now.

Roscoe

Mam comes out with the water showerer each evening. First those plants in pots, then the ones in the bare ground. I think there might be carrots coming up in that. She said the lettuce seedlings disappeared, and she sowed more on Saturday but I couldn’t see them yesterday. Maybe they take a while to appear.

She also does the bean plant which is next to the lavender. We like lavender a lot. We like bean leaves too, but not the bean pods. Well, Biggles likes the ends of them but not the middle. We don’t like the ends either.

Vegetable beds

She spreads water in quite a lot of other places but I can’t see where.  She says she’d like it to rain every night for six weeks, nice and steady, like.  Then the grass would grow, and the flowers would recover.

Have you seen the new colour scheme? We’ve finished mourning for Percy. It’s a long time, but he’s worth it. Now the colours are back to something brighter. Well, it’s the colour of the grass just to show you how bad it is. The picture on the main page shows Oscar, Kevin and Percy this time two years ago (the tall flowers are out again). Look how much grass there is!  They couldn’t keep up with it.

I’d really like some grass like that. Now would be soon enough.

till next time

Roscoe

Emergency! Send cucumber!

On By geordieroscoeIn Food2 Comments

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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Bertie in tthe tunnel

There’s no grass left

On By bertie bootsIn garden2 Comments

Hello it’s Bertie here.

I don’t know what’s going on.  There’s no grass left where Mummy puts us out in the evening for grass time.  It’s all brown.  Although there is a little around the edges.  I nibble that but it’s not enough for a real supper. We spend most of our days sheltered form the sun in our runs.

Most days Mummy goes around the vegetable patches with a funny bucket-thing with a spout which makes it rain where she points it.  Sometimes she does one vegetable patch, the next day she’ll do the other, and she sometimes waters one of the trees and some of the flowers.  And sometimes some things under the roof of the patio, too.  I suppose she has to make it rain because it hasn’t rained for ages.  She doesn’t make it rain on the grass, though.

Please make it rain on the grass, Mummy.  We need it.