We’ve been out on the grass again, nearly every day for lots of hours. I hate to say it but Roscoe was right. Our run moved back towards the wooden hut called the summerhouse, and Mummy cut the rest of the grass with the orange machine. It’s ready to cut again, though. Mummy says she’ll do it today.
Apparently it’s going to be cooler this week, with rain as well. So we won’t go out. We’ve done a pretty good job on the grass, even though I say it myself. The bit we had this weekend was really lush. Mummy put the shade tunnel over it to encourage us to eat it.
Then she put the big rails up and I thought we were going to get a smaller pen, but no. She did it just to put the shade cover up for us. And while we were mowing under that, she put a thin white curtain up to give us some protection from the early morning sun. She thinks of everything, doesn’t she?
So that’s everything from me, apart from a ‘get well soon’ message to Digby.
We’ve got a palace! I know Mam told us we’d have a new set of connecting runs all one level, but I never thought it would be as nice as this.
So, on the left, having a sup from his waterbottle, although you can see his back, is Bertie. He’s next to the window-door. His is a 3×2 panel run. Next to him is Neville (at the waterbottle) and me in our 4×2. And next door to us on the right is Biggles, who you can just about see having a bite of celery in his tunnel. He’s got a 6 cube run, but it’s a 2×2 with a 1×2 extension behind ours to make it the same size as Bertie’s.
Don’t you think Mam was clever to lay it out like that? She says it’s easier to get behind Biggles this way, and although his then sticks out more into the room, that’s fine.
In the cubes underneath Mam’s now put our carry boxes, spare fleeces, our tents, and stuff like that. She’s going to use the ones on the other side of Biggles for her own bits, she says.
At one time last week I thought it wasn’t going to happen. Mam got as far as making the base for Biggles, and put his cage on top of it. We were still down on the floor in our cages, although Bertie’s hardly ever in his cage if the ramp was attached. One night Mam forgot to put the top of his cage down, and he was out for a run all night, since he couldnt get back in! I suspect Mam heard him, but let him learn his lesson. We haven’t got ramps in our palace, although Mam says she’s working on it.
Working on it is something she does a lot of. I was saying, she got Boggle’s base done, and then decided she had to plan it properly, like the legendary George would. So she drew it on squared paper and starting counting grids. And counted them again. And then she said “I’m two panels short, boys.”
So then she ordered some more from Mr Amazonian, who said they’d be delivered by the 28th, which as you know is next week. Mam was a bit disappointed, but said ‘Oh, well, they’ll get here when they get here.’ And then she got a message to say they’d be here on Saturday just gone! And then she got a message to say they would arrive at lunchtime – on Thursday!
So Mam got working on it, and eventually it all got made. Nev and I had to spend the day on Mam’s bed, mind. Well, not on her bed like Legendary George, we were in our cage on the bed. Mam made our base, but put Bertie’s cage on it while she made Bertie’s base. And then she made all the top bits. But eventually it was all finished, and all the floors put down that she’d brought with her, and we moved in.
I must says, it’s smashing. And there’s something else I thought. I reckon we’ll never have to move again. Not when Mam’s gone to all this trouble to make such a nice house. So I can relax. I’m home for good.
We’re at work on the grass, getting there slowly. Moving across the garden again. I reckons it’ll be at least two weeks before we reach the end of the garden. I wonder whether Mam will get the machine out to give it a once over before we finish. She did that to the front grass yesterday, and it looks right bonnie.
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.
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
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.
I suppose some guinea pigs might not go out in the garden much. Some may have to go out whether it’s raining or not. I don’t know. I only know that when Mummy’s home and it’s warm enough, and dry enough, we go out in the garden to eat the grass. She calls it lawn-mowing.
This summer, Bertie has been in his own run, Oscar has been in his, and Midge, Biggles and I have been in the other – usually a much bigger one. Mummy says it’s because we have three times as much grass to get through than the others. I know it’s also because she likes it when we all run around together and are sociable. I like being sociable too.
We socialise in the morning, on the floor in the kitchen, and we do that all year round. I like doing that, because it’s always the same temperature, and there’s hay in a box to jump in and munch. We (Midge and I) have been running around with Biggles, once he started being friendly and not aggressive to us. He’s a bit bossy, but nowhere near as bad as Bertie. Bertie and Biggles just attack each other, so Mummy makes sure they aren’t in the same place at the same time.
Just recently, Bertie has been more sociable with me, after Mummy has taken Midge upstairs. Mummy noticed, so she’s giving us more time to get along. Bertie’s getting much better all round – he comes over to ask Mummy for a head scratch sometimes, which she likes doing. His nose is better now; those two black spots have disappeared.
I think Mummy might put Bertie and me in a run on the grass together, to see how we get along. Midge can socialise with Biggles okay, although he’s not very patient with him. It’s funny, because they look very alike.
Oscar and Midge and I went to see Dr Sally this week – Oscar and me for a check-up, and Midge because he’d set a new world record for heavyweight pigs. She checked him over and he’s fine. She checked us and we’re pretty much the same as we were although my lump’s got bigger. They decided that they’d give us a summer in the garden to see what Dr Sun and Dr Greengrass can do. It’s not as easy to ignore my lump as it was, but Mummy gives me something every day to make sure it doesn’t hurt, and I’m getting used to it.
Dr Sally wants to see us again next month. That’s a date, then, Dr Sally!
We’ve been out on the grass a lot this month. It’s been very nice. We go to different places so we have grass to mow each time. It grows in between our visits. If we are close to the house Dougall and I are usually near the wall. Then Hector is next to us, Colman and Kevin next to him, and Uncles at the far end nearest the path. If we are on the round grass we all sort of face into Hec’s pen in the middle. Mummy usually sits next to us in the low chair or at her table if we do that part. Continue reading “I’m very good at lawn-mowing”→
Mummy has been leaving the house very early in the morning the last couple of days. She’s come back a couple of hours later, just about the normal time she comes down to sort us out in the morning. She looks very tired and she eats her muesli (which smells funny, not like ours at all) when she cuddles us. She doesn’t usually do that. She usually has her breakfast after she’s fed us our nice veggies from the garden (or the fridge). Continue reading “Mummy’s up to things again”→