Adventures in the U.S.

The babies are 2-weeks now. The new cage is almost done. I swear we are not keeping them all! :whistle:
I have already agreed to give up the pure white and white with a hint of brown on the tip of its ear. I must be strong, and keep searching for responsible people.
 
“The guinea pigs are happy. The guinea pigs are happy. The guinea pigs are happy. The guinea pigs are happy. The guinea pigs are happy. The guinea pigs are happy. The guinea pigs are happy. The guinea pigs…”
Do you knooooow what it’s like trying to catch everyone to weigh in a humongous cage?! It’s a three by seven C&C. Most of the pigs are primarily white, and three babies have only minimal or no markings. It was the pure white one that kept eluding me.
The lone male, Meat Loaf, isn’t the heaviest. That being said, I am not expecting him to go until three weeks with the girls. Dad is ready.
 
The bachelor pad has two perches for stimulation. Dad is done with Meat Loaf, and has escaped to the third floor…
Now he’s soothing his son who was crying out.
Now he’s trying to get his son to jump up to the first perch.
🍿 This is quite the saga!
Meat Loaf is chasing his dad…
Ten minutes later:
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Meat Loaf was stealing the carrot from Westley, so I had to show him his. Now all is quiet again. I think it’s nap time.
 
It says in the pregnancy section that you have to harden your heart against the baby boy(s) crying out for Mom. I didn’t have this much crying when sleep training three humans. A few minutes for a night or two and done.
Meat Loaf the singer would have been proud of this kid’s lungs.
 
Day two of the hostage situation, and Meat Loaf is doing better. He slept through most of the night, and began his rock opera around seven. I offered him milk replacement (just in case it worked), and he stopped for ten seconds. I had his sight partially obstructed from the big cage, but not 100%. This evening he was put outside with his father. He snuggled with Dad in the igloo, and was mostly quiet. Mostly. After I returned them to the cage, it was only about fifteen minutes before all was quiet. The fact that it’s been over a day away from Mom? The fact that I completely blocked his mother? He was tired? I don’t know. I’m just GLAD!
 
New cage, new experience cleaning it.
“Okay, so here we go. You girls are down there, so I’m going to start over here. I’ll put all the hideys over here, and pull up the bedding…
“Okay, now you girls have a clean liner down here. Let me put your things down this way. Hey, where is everyone? Silly babies. No No, stop teaching the babies to tunnel when I’m cleaning. Everyone out. One, two, one, two, three, one. Oh, I give up. Everyone go down to the other end.
<skittering on the coroplast > “Okay, I’m going to take this stuff outside, and dump it over the porch railing. Before I do, one, two, three, five, six, eight. Wait, how many pigs should be in this cage? Ten? No, nine. Wait, six babies, one died. Nine. No, Westley and Meat Loaf are over there. Seven. How did I count eight? One, one. One! Two! Stop moving! One, two, three! Ugh! Mom, Mom, grey baby… Okay, seven guinea pigs.”
I held the bedding to make sure no dirty hay or poo fell out. I walked out the back door and was about to dump it all over the porch, but really didn’t think that was smart. Suddenly, something started moving. I uncovered Nay Nay jr. 😲 I still have not dumped the bedding. 😂
 
I can’t remember if I updated when we discovered that the third guinea pig was in fact pregnant as well. She is over four years old, and obviously, this was a huge concern. However, the other guinea pigs doing so well had me hopeful. The babies were kicking so enthusiastically that I just enjoyed the pregnancy. Last night however, I really thought that she was trying to give birth. I don’t know if you can actually see a guinea pig dilated, but I will include the picture at a later time. For now, I will simply tell you that she had two boys overnight, and they expired.
The smaller one is 135g. The big one is 162g.
I’ll write more later, but unlike the baby that died after a stampede, this hurts.
 
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I’m so sorry for your loss. 🥲

But I don’t think you need to post piggies who have passed.
 
I’m sitting on the gp porch (an enclosed porch), drinking coffee, and enjoying the last of the cool morning.
Back in my youth, if something hairy had run across my foot, I would be screaming. Now it makes me smile. If a rodent hair was in my coffee, I’d vomit. Now I just pick it out.
The guinea pigs are chatting while they enjoy their morning veggies post-weigh in. Some of the piggies have really piled on the weight this past week. 😂
 
If anyone wants to become a guinea pig rescue or to foster guinea pigs, I encourage you to spend the night with me. You will be trained by nine of the best. Zoomies begin at 1900 hours, and continue for approximately one hour. It might seem like all fun and games (and adorable. Sooooo adorable! 🥰 🥰 ), but it will be chaotic. Don’t even try to have a conversation.
At approximately 0500 hours, you will be greeted by the alarm. Do not attempt to ignore the alarm. It will only grow louder and more pathetic. Do not attempt to use the facilities or let the dog out. Vegetables must already be chopped, or have a stash of loose lettuce leaves. This will buy you enough time to prepare more vegetables.

I don’t think anyone is missing anything by not having newborn piggies, but I do have to tell you that moms teach the little ones to wheek for food by two weeks. It’s not a small sound either. The adopted guinea pigs took until they were about six-months-old to get this loud.
 
I sincerely don’t comprehend something. Of all the babies, one doesn’t hang out with the rest. She isn’t holding back on eating, and she’s crazy with the others each night. Sometimes she’s the first to grab a vegetable piece. Is it just her personality (it’s the grey one in the above photo), or perhaps… well, is she maybe deaf, and when I’m serving food, she is just asleep?
 
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