I wanted to have them in the classroom some.
And I knew they weren't long lived in outdoor pens. That nice hutch has served many functions, but mostly for chickens. They just were so little to leave outside. So, I didn't just buy one indoor cage, I bought two and kept one at school and one at home. For a time they would stay all week at school and just come home on the weekends. They say you can train them to a litter box and that is somewhat true.
|Can you stand the cuteness. He was my nibbler.|
All of the pee and most of the millions of poo pellets landed in the the box, but they were masters at slinging Timothy grass and random pellets all over. We always referred to them as our bad puppies.
|His brother Merry was not as friendly, but didn't nibble.|
They've been right here by the computer to keep me entertained ever since. Well, until this past Monday.
They liked being fed on schedule. You wouldn't know there was a critter in the corner until 6 pm when they would start banging their ceramic bowl around until you got yourself over there and fed them.
They would venture out on field trips to the yard and porch, where they were ever loved and adored by the masses.
Handy Man felt the time was near and made a box and brought me the lid to write on. He was right. Pippin, our little nibbling hobbit boy, laid down to rest on Wednesday and didn't get back up. I look over at that cage ten times a day. We will miss his soft sweetness.