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  • EDIT: 3 babies born!

    We are currently waiting for one of our Guinea Pigs to give birth. To keep an eye on her even when we are away, I have set up a live stream with her on youtube!

    https://www.youtube.com/live/8F0tG1u7K9U?si=wYiXh9JEz7wL_CqR

    We have moved her over to a smaller cage, along with her mother, because they usually get along really well. She (Karen) could give birth any time now but at the latest on wednesday. We expect her to give birth to 3-4 babies very soon

    Karen is the golden and white piggie. The one with black colors is her mum

    • Looks like they're having a bit of rest time for now!

      • Its basically what they do all the time LOL, Karen is a bit uneasy though compared to how she usually is.

  • I got this moster of a beauty last week and he is getting along very nicelly! Seems to have handled the trip and change very well!

    Edit: forgot to upload a picture, but thanks for the upvote to whoever gave me one even with no image!

    • What a little nugget! So rotund lol. Can we maybe see the tank? :)

      • Thanks and sure!

        He and two others are in a quarantine tank right now but i am not sure if they will stay in it or move over to the larger tank. We will see. Bellow are pictures of both though!

        The quarqntine tank

        The big tank

  • Pretty good, still sassy.

    Our pet hen comes inside in the evening and night. Yeah, a pet chicken in the house, I would have thought it crazy this time last year.

    She's a sassy girl by default, but takes spates of being extra sassy. She's a little French girl, a marans (that's the breed), so she's just plain extra.

    Anyway, last night she comes in, in rare form. Just all up in everyone's business, frisking and chattering all over the place. Just spunky.

    As usual, after she makes sure everyone knows she's there, and the queen of the roost, she hops up on my leg, then over to the arm of the couch, where she'll typically stay until bedtime, bawking and clucking at the world.

    But boy, that was not the case. I would move to get a sip of water out of my cup, and she'd peck at me. I'd pick her up and set her on the floor. She'd stomp around the living room a few times, scolding me for daring to befoul her perfection with my greasy ape paws. And then she'd hop back up. And then peck at me the next time I moved. Back to the floor, where she stomps around like a jilted t-rex, screaming her rage to the winds.

    This repeats a few times, and I start blocking her from hopping up.

    This, of course, is met with remonstrations of the highest order. BRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAK! The mighty thunder bird (that's all of six or seven pounds) was not happy.

    However, I was not quailed (nor chickened out. Funny how that works, ain't it?). I refused to play.

    Until she changed tactics. She practically batted her eyes at me. Which, in chicken terms is bobbing the head from side to side while preening and prancing, followed up by a sweet trill and little hops.

    Of course, this melted my heart, and I risked peckage and helped her up. She then settles down next to me, with her fuzzy little butt right on my arm, and falls asleep while trilling softly. From Godzilla to sleeping beauty in a half hour

    And that, folks, is why we have a chicken in the house for part of the day. Pure entertainment and a little bit of love

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