After Tim's expensive trip to the vet, it was time for the guinea pigs to earn their keep. Their vegetables, like everything else, was going up in price.
The bantams supply eggs (only in spring and summer, and only when they weren't brooding and only when they felt like it), so it was time for the pigs to share their skills and work for a living.
Tom in his igloo, working away. Tim 'mowing the lawn'
"What talents do you have that are useful?" I ask one day while they are chewing hay.
"Creating 'chocolate drops' that come out of our bottoms?" queries Tim.
He knows Jack Russell Molly is always very eager to sweep any of these that may be available up into her mouth. This is not allowed by humans but Molly is selectively hard of hearing at times. I never knew guinea pig droppings were Jack Russell delicacies but there you go.
Maybe Tim was thinking I could sell them as dog treats?
"No, Tim."
"Begging?" asks Tom hopefully.
Yes, this is another obvious talent from the boys.
Begging comes in the form of rattling the enclosure bars and whistling.
But no.
"Eating!" the two chorus together.
Now, there's a thought...
So, with the help of Simon's outdoor runs, I put the pigs to work in my front garden as gardeners.
Their job is to cut the grass.
They're slow workers, I admit, but it is an environmentally friendly approach.
Plus, they love their new job especially with the perks of, well, eating luscious grass and delicious dandelions.
What more would a guinea pig gardener want?
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