Bertie in tthe tunnel

The sun has stopped shining on me

It’s sunny today.  Yesterday was dull and wet and windy.  Mummy still went out in her golfing uniform.  I think she has a special coat for golfing in rain.

I have noticed that the sun has stopped shining on the end of my cage.  This is very puzzling.

When I was upstairs, the sun didn’t shine on my run until after Midge died.  Then it started shining on the end of my run in the afternoons.  Mummy moved my water-bottle so it didn’t get shined on.

Bertie at end of run

Then when I came downstairs, after Percy died, the sun shone on my waterbottle earlier in the day, but after it had checked out Biggles’s cage.  You could tell it was coming because it would stop shining on Biggles’s cage, (although Mummy had a cloth across the end of it so his waterbottle was in shade), and then it would come to mine.  So Mummy put a cloth across the top of my cage too.

Bertie in the grey cage

It was strange, because then it tried to creep forward to get in the cage anyway.  Then it gave up and started to move further back, and now it’s stopped shining in my cage at all, although it’s still looking in Biggles’ cage.  But not for long.

Mummy took the cloth off my cage today saying I didn’t need it any more, because it’s getting towards autumn.

So I’ve been sitting in my tunnel, watching the sun move across the wall and puzzling it all out.

It’s still a puzzle.  I don’t think it’s anything to do with Midge or Percy, though.  That was just coincidence.

The sun’s still there when we go out in the garden.  Mummy moves us around a lot, but we have small runs with lots of grass in them.  Do we prefer large runs with no grass or small runs with lots of grass? Tough call.

So many things to think about.  I’d better have some hay while I chew it over.

Love

Bertie xx

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It’s been very sunny

Hello, Percy here again.

I don’t know what to write about really.  It’s been very sunny, but Mummy seems to wear a lot of clothes, especially when she goes out.  She says it’s cold outside.  I don’t really know what that means, although I must admit it gets cooler at night than it used to.  I’m nice and warm, either in my snuggly bed or lying on my bed of hay.

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We have a window in our roof, and sometimes I see a white thing in the sky at night.  It changes shape.  I gather it’s called the moon and it goes round our world and gets shone on by the sun, which makes it look white, but we don’t always see it all.  Sounds complicated.  The sun comes in our garden more than it did, because some trees have been cut down.  Mummy says it’s good for the grass, which will grow better next year, but if it gets hot we won’t have enough shade, so she’s trying to work out what to do about it.  I’m sure she’ll think of something.

The men who were making noises and made us move into the other room have all gone.  There was one who came back and made noises upstairs the other day, but he’s gone now and Mummy says he won’t be coming back.  Although tomorrow the man will come to check our boiler to make sure we keep warm through the winter.  I had a look at the boiler yesterday, because Mummy washed all our cage wear, and took it out to lay on the warm surfaces in the cupboard with the boiler while she was cuddling me.  It was all very interesting, but I prefer sitting on her lap to be cuddled.

So, that’s all the news from here.  What’s happening with you?

Winter time

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Equal night and day time

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