It’s good for the Grass!

Way-aye, Roscoe here.

I thought I’d tell you about our grass today. We have several types, but mostly you can divide it into that which Mam picks (or cuts) and brings into us, and that we graze on when we’re out in our run.

We’ve been going out in our run a lot, and it’s been quite hot in the last week or so.

Of course, Mam has been watering the grass with a little pointy spray thing ever since she realised her new grass needed it, back at the end of March. The trouble is, this spray doesn’t reach everywhere, and some of the grass, including the bit where the first veggie patch is going, has sort of lines between it.

The woodpigeons under the pointy spray

Mam said to me it was where the bits that had been laid edge to edge shrank, so now there’s a gap between the edges. I don’t see it myself, but I’m sure she’s right. She has got a plan for it – she will spread soil with grass seed in it where it needs the lines filled in when autumn comes. But that’s a long way away. Mam has plans for everything, as you’ve probably noticed.

Then she got a new water spray thing which she tried out on Friday. It waters everywhere at once, forwards and back again. And the shed roof and the neighbour’s wall… But it works for the whole of our grass and the top of the flowers beyond, which is good.

Saturday it rained nearly all day. Well, showers. Heavy ones.

Anyway, the grass. We eat the new grass. and it’s very nice. That’s ‘very nice’ because it’s not good to seem ungrateful… The bits she cuts for us with her scissors, or just picks and brings in, are much better. They are richer and lusher (and longer). They have flowers on them, the proper grass flowers, still in their long sheath, and those are really yummy.

The old grass at the bottom of the slope in early spring. It has daisies in it now

That grass grows down in the older part of the garden, where it’s damper and shadier. She hoped we’d be able to go and eat it ourselves occasionally, but there are lots of buttercups and daisies as well. I wouldn’t eat those, Mam. I’m not silly. Okay, you can’t guarantee that the others wouldn’t.

But we only get that when we don’t go out. It’s a sort of conundrum. Go out and have quite yummy grass, or stay in and have extra-yummy grass.

Mam’s been reading up on poisonous plants because she was worried Bertie ate horsetail and it poisoned him. There’s lots of horsetail at the bottom of the garden and it turns up pretty well everywhere else, which she pulls out. But she found some growing in one of the places we’d been grazing, so she wondered whether that was why Bertie died. Then she discovered that he would have to have eaten it for several days for it to have started to have an effect. So that can’t have been it.

It’s good, this grass

You know, that’s one of the reasons our Mam is the greatest. She really really tries to do the very best for us, or at least the best she can in the circumstances. When we get out of lockdown, Mam’s hoping to get some other pigs who need a home. I reckon they’ll be very very lucky pigs to join us here.

See you next week, when it’ll be June!

Roscoe xxxx

Time has gone funny

Hello, Bertie here again!

It’s been a funny week. It’s been very dark all day. The rain has been lashing against the window. Sometimes Mummy has gone out in it. Mostly she only went out in the car to get our food, but one day she went to see Auntie Sophie who was trying to rescue some wild guinea pigs.

We’re all nice and warm here. I’m glad we’re not living in the wild like those one’s Auntie Sophie’s trying to rescue. Apparently one that’s already been caught has something wrong with his teeth, and Mummy’s going back tomorrow to see if she can help him. Mummy doesn’t usually do our teeth, unless it’s just the front ones.

When Mummy’s been here, she’s wearing a bright yellow coat which make the room seem sunny. I rather like it. She says it helps to keep the winter blues away. I agree.

But she seems to have got the time wrong for getting up, and giving us our cucumber and so on.  It’s been dark in the mornings but it was daylight yesterday and today. She says its something to do with winter.

Winter makes things all wrong.

We haven’t got any new photos this week.  It’s been too dark.

See you next time.

Bertie xxx

 

Things that go bump-flash in the night

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.

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.

Bertie in tthe tunnel

There’s no grass left

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.

Mr Percy being weighed on the scales

Lots of rain, and wind, and noises

I’m sure we went out once this week.  I can’t remember which day but it was a long time ago. Percy here, by the way. I’m afraid Bertie and I are both having trouble thinking of something new and interesting to tell you.

It’s not that we have a boring life.  It’s a very satisfying one, in nearly every respect.  We look forward to grass time, which usually coincides with Mummy coming home.  A couple of days this week she came home and said it was nearly dry enough to go out on the grass, and then it rained again.  She even went out in the rain all day herself.  She said it was for a competition. And then she was going to theatre in the evening. I’ve not discovered what theatre is yet.

A couple of days and nights it was very windy.  We heard one of the branches come off the tree outside.  There was also a big thunderstorm which made the windows rattle, and little ice things banging against the window.  Very noisy.

Mr Percy pig eating leaves

We did go to see Dr Sally again this week, just me and Mummy.  They talked about me as usual.  Dr Sally looked at my lump and looked inside my mouth, and agreed with me that it isn’t related to my teeth.  Mummy has noticed I sometimes get things stuck on that side and have to move my head around while I try to move it on with my tongue, but I usually manage after a couple of tries.  They mostly talked about my ‘quality of life’ and whether having some slight discomfort was better than risking disability with an operation. Dr Sally is worried what she might find hiding in my jaw muscle. She says she’ll either sew it up again or take as much as she can out then sew it up. But because Mummy is so busy, and there’s no hurry, they set a date when Mummy will be able to take good care of me afterwards, even if I need feeding every two hours or something. That seems to be in a month’s time.

Mummy gives me a little feed every morning now, and I have to say, it’s really nice.  It improves my quality of life no end, because it’s very tasty.  It’s Emeraid with Nutrimed, and it helps my well-being as well as giving me easily digestible nutrients. I read the labels. If I have to be fed every two hours with that I won’t object at all.

Neville with his back to the camera

Neville had his hair cut yesterday, just around his bottom to help him keep it clean.  Mummy said he seems to have plenty of experience of hair trimming.  Not like Dylan who couldn’t bear Mummy cutting his bottom hair.  Neville looked very smart this morning.  They are a nice couple of chaps.  I like them, him and Roscoe.

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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