The grass is always greener

As if there's not enough grass on the inside of the run, Big Sid tries to grab nibbles from outside the bars by wrapping his teeth around them. I usually have to handpick a few larger strands and feed them through to him by hand. Apparently the grass is much tastier this way.

As the nights become colder and damper, the gps are now indoors every night. The poor souls are prone to colds when their paws get damp. Plus, the slug and snail populations move into their cosy eglu.

A day working at home today, with a break to buy stuff at the pet shop. I was chatting away to the pet shop lady when the pet shop canary burst into glorious song. It was such a lovely sound (but very loud). The pet shop lady explained that the canary only sings when she likes someone's voice (I felt honoured) or if she likes a song on the radio. At that moment in time Step On by the Happy Mondays was playing. I asked the pet shop lady to watch out for some funky dancing from that canary, especially head-bopping action.