I was busy working away indoors when I heard a distant cry "Cro, Cro, come quickly, I've just seen a black and white Pygmy run under the car".
Well, I've never been one to miss an opportunity, so out I went to confront this timorous Pygmy.
"It's gone over there now" shouted Lady Magnon, pointing at the bank behind the house. "What is?" I asked; "Where's this Pygmy?".
"It's not a Pygmy; it's some sort of multi-coloured hairy creature".
"Have you been drinking?" I asked.
We poked about in the undergrowth of the bank behind our house, then all of a sudden... "There it is!"
Suddenly I could see a small black, white, and tan, creature looking at me; and he was in no mood to be caught.
It took about 15 minutes of chasing the beast from one spot to another, before, with the aid of the children's Butterfly net, and my thick leather gardening gloves, we caught the vicious beast.
Lady M remembered that our lovely neighbour Sara had had Guinea Pigs, so we phoned her Father, and he confirmed that she'd lost them a few days previously. She came a few minutes later to collect it.
It seems that there's still one more out there. Billy had found the one above, maybe he'll find the other one too.
What a pretty Pigmy. Everything looks good in your previous post and I see Lady M nearly photobombed one of your photos. Which room do the glass double doors lead to?ReplyDelete
Yes, I only just noticed that 'half a person' was there. The doors lead into my studio/junk room/workshop.Delete
It reminds me of the days when the children raised similar animals here. How glad I am that they grew up. (The children).ReplyDelete
Our children only had a dog. A scruffy Mutt called Hamlet. He was adorable.Delete
Hunters in the wild. I am impressed.ReplyDelete
Very cute little chap. Glad he was safe and sound.ReplyDelete
I'd never handled one before, you're right, very cute.Delete
As you pointed out my raison d'etre the other day I will not disappoint.ReplyDelete
Why does anyone keep guinea pigs and hamsters as pets? They are boring beyond belief. I know this because some years ago my then next door neighbour and good friend had those furry things. Mainly because the kids wanted a dog or a cat but their dad wouldn't have it. So, those furry docile things one up from . . . it was. When the family went on holiday I looked after the rat pack. And I was good to them. I'd take them over to my garden in their outdoor run to eat my lawn's clover. And that's what they do. They eat. And that's about it. One day, and god knows how that happened since I do have my wits about me, on transferring them back to their weatherproof "stable", one of the little buggers escaped. If there is one rule in my life it's "stay calm when the shit hits the fan". So I did stay calm and squeezed myself (luckily I am very slender) underneath yet another neighbour's (absent) hedge to retrieve the one who had made a bid for freedom. Freedom which, of course, she'd never survived.
I don't normally subscribe to "all is well that ends well". It's a fallacy. However, in this case I was glad I retrieved the offender. On balance I do believe my friend would have been quite glad to lose the odd one - here and there, "by accident".
It did cross our minds that maybe they had escaped accidentally on purpose, but I don't think this was the case.Delete
This could be a great idea for a new reality TV series: "The Guinea Pig Hunters" starring The Magnons. I think the programme would go down especially well in Bolivia, Colombia, Ecuador and Peru.ReplyDelete
I hope you're not suggesting that they are stuffed full of Columbian Marching Powder, then pointed in the direction of California.Delete
It's the same colour as one of the kittens that dropped into our backyard - probably it's faster and more agile though.ReplyDelete
I'm not sure how fast they run; but it certainly didn't want to be caught. It had tasted FREEDOM.Delete
Oh dear, it wouldn't have survived my dog. A terrier's dream.ReplyDelete
Billy just likes to round' em up. Typical Border Collie.Delete
Glad everyone is all right! What an adventure. I hope the other is found. Billy is a hero.ReplyDelete
I think it may be too late now. We have Foxes around, and they don't miss much.Delete
Typical Border Collie indeed - probably thought it was some rare breed sheep.ReplyDelete
What a wonderful thought. A very small rare breed sheep. You're probably right.Delete
What a great adventure with Billy in the starring role.ReplyDelete
He's being very humble.Delete