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Hi All,

YumYum here confronting a major journalistic decision:

While conflicted about sharing the joy of our owlies becoming independent
by sharing these stark (some cavies might say gruesome) images of what hunting entails,
we have chosen to offer our readers the option to:

1. look
2. not look

at this phase of the owlets' fledging...they are proving themselves capable hunters already,
so we celebrate skills that will enable them to survive once they leave their owl box forever.

sniffle, sniffle. Except nobody too sure about 'lil Wes, yet...

On the other hand, we wee, bitty guinea pigs don't want to be outside, ever, and we mean
NEVER
AS IN NEVER-EVER!

'Tis a paradox of nature, truly. And one few guinea pigs experience philosophically or existentially.
Most parts of the world consider us prey (if they are animals) or dinner (if they are people.)

That PandaPigSanctuary is a big, happy family where we are loved, played with, fed with glee,
and CHERISHED for BEING GUINEA PIGs is statistically a rare experience (globally) for cavies...

Guinea Pigs are wonderful! We have so much personality: we are full of love, affection, humor,
joy, express highly complex language skills, game-playing imagination, and love pranking mom and each
other!

We are Mystical Rodents with an acute, conscious awareness of the world around and within us.

Seriously.

We can be contemplative and meditative when not eating, playing, sleeping, or talking about
mom behind her back.

ooh, ooh! Our Fave game is playing: "What's the funniest thing mom did recently?"

Choose only one:

#1.  Dumped our dirty poo & pee into a big, black garbage bag containing her favorite camping gear 
       instead of trash
#2.  Stumbling into a closed door on her way to kitchen in the middle of night, then saying naughty words
       we aren't allowed to say or supposed to hear
#3. Tried to pick up one of the Mahals by holding out a treat THEN having aforementioned treat   
       snatched and rapidly re-deployed by snatcher into Pigloo while the rest of us giggled silently
       into our fur while assuming sympathetic expressions, i. e. "Oh, mom, we feel your pain." (hee-hee)
#4.  Mom announcing that the litter we scattered all over the floor the night before is the reason she cannot
       place her yoga mat down and it's all our fault she can't exercise; while falling back asleep mid-sentence

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"All Beings are special," mom announces, "And we should never eat one another, always be kind."

and...yet... while mom, the Mahals, and I played "Last Buddha Standing" last night
we concurrently got GLUED to the screen during our owlets "First Hunt," especially when one
actually took his mousy in to share with 'Lil Wes, the owl someone is making inflatable wings for.

YOU KNOW WE HAVE BIG QUESTIONS INSIDE OUR LITTLE BRAINS.

YOU KNOW WHAT THOSE QUESTIONS ARE.

YOU KNOW THAT MOM LIKES POPCORN so we encouraged her to make some instead
of contemplating aforementioned questions. She turned off "FLEDGE WATCH" then fell right to sleep. 

and we vowed never to let Big Questions crowd our little brains ever again.  
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PLAYBILL

Plato's Part has been performed by YumYum during this evening's performance of: "What Is The
Meaning of Life" and we thank you for attending.

GOOD MORNING, DEAR READERS!

Dear Readers,

A very good Monday morning and a tip 'o the hat to ya's! Yes, it's more pics of the owlets and MOD news because this is probably the last week of fledging and we want you to be there with us as we wistfully watch our lil owlets fly the coop!

Also, Edwin is coming for the holiday weekend and we'll be busy! Mom asks him over and over not to do this, but he has
learned the "Wheeking" sound and that it gets us all Wheeking loudly with him, skittering to and fro in anticipation of
fresh treats, our litter scattering all over the newly vacuumed floor! We really love it when Edwin is here, because then
she finds HIM annoying instead of us!

She says, "EDWIN! I asked you not to get them all like that!" and he says, "But I'm Edwin!" then he gives us our treats
and promises to come back once mom least expects it. We all Wheek loudly and he always rewards our bad behavior!
Now THAT'S somebody we can relate to!

So, this will be Molly's Owl Box week, then EdwinBad Weekend, then, who knows? Parades? Street Revivals about
being saved by rappers on Saturday nights? (Yes, we think that is weekly, thank goodness our apartment faces the
opposite side) and more parades and art celebrations and fun, loud, littleCity of Bellingham stuff. We are slowly
growing to enjoy the oddity of urban life. Mom turns to us now for solace, instead of gazing out at the marsh, the hills,
the enlarging beaver lodge, the eagle's nest: It's all about US now! And she appreciates us so much more since we are
now her "nature fix" so more treats. In fact, she has started mini garden hot-boxes to speed up the rate of our wheat
grass crops!

Yes, it's the good life here at PandaPigSanctuary, with the exception of still grieving for Panda and Bear. We miss them.

So, it's up to the Mahals to cheer us up, so read on and discover just how bad they really are! And that cheers ME up!

love,
your favorite guinea pig in the world, the Universe, and throughout every Dimension in Creation,
humble YumYum

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Dear Readers,

Greetings,

Mom has turned us all into MODS now...how do we know? Because last night the owlets conducted their first successful hunt, and when one of them took a (we did not watch this part) headless mouse into the OwlBox to share with fuzzy, little bro, Wesley, who hasn't even hopped out yet, we were so proud of them for sharing.

Do we share with one another?

HAVE YOU MET US?

You should see the Mahals snatch food right out of each others' mouths WHILE the other one is eating!
They are absolutely incorrigible! I watch from my perch atop the loft, sitting supremely upon my ferret
sleeping bag, observing their "sharing" and am appalled!

(so it makes me giggle...they're so bad that mom thinks I'M THE "GOOD ONE" NOW, can you believe THAT?)

YUP! Despite the three "tattoos" (NOTE FROM EDITOR: scars) that mom wears proudly on her right
hand, she now considers ME, YUM-YUM, the "good pig" and....hee-hee

hee-heee-hee, i just have to WHHHHEEEEEEkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk! that's so funny and surprising!

Watching the OwlBox has given me GoodPig status, so if we have all become MODS, I'm all for it,
until/unless/if anyone flies by with a kitten in talons, then (and mom agrees) WE ARE DONE!

so far, only wabbits, gophers, mice, and we don't watch, we just TWITTER our pretty little selves
all over the place.

mom said she knew we'd become MODS once we began referring to our toenails as talons!

TALONS WE HAVE!

mom not well, so off to make her laugh now with my abundance of "goodness"
(not well, and deluded!)

i am seriously considering a name change from YumYum to Captain Jack Sparrow.

but then it would take a long time to say good bye to all of you dear readers and friends,

Love,

capt. jack sparrow aka YumYum (yeah, too long)

YUM-YUM OUT!

TAJ MAHAL WARMING UP HIS VOCAL CHORDS IN CASE BREAKFAST IS LATE

Dear Readers,

Please join us to learn more about Taj Mahal's remarkable gift for "The Guinea Pig Shriek" in the next post.
We have already issued our first "Wake up and feed us now, mom!" polite request for breakfast, but Taj doesn't see the bedroom door opening, so he's warming up his operatic voice
in case mom engages in "Non-Compliant" behavior (i.e. languishing in bed instead of jumping up to feed us...)

You think we have little brains, don't you?

They may be little, but we are crafty wee ones, so never underestimate a guinea pig's willingness to be wiley!

Mom did.

Once.

A long time ago.

Not any more...

SUNLIGHT POURETH FORTH FROM THE SOUTH!

WINDOW WITH A VIEW

NEIGHBORS STARTLED TO SEE PARADE IN PROGRESS: VIEW FROM BEDROOM WINDOW

MOM, IS THAT A REAL PARADE OUT OUR WINDOW?!

Dear Readers,

As you can see, we are not on Scudder Pond anymore. Last night we
"enjoyed" a live Parade right out our west-facing big picture window!

And, out of our south-facing picture window we enjoyed our neighbors
out on the deck walkways also "enjoying" the Parade.

It was the junior "Ski to Sea Parade." Next week will be THE EVEN BIGGER, WAY L.O.U.D.E.R. adult parade. Edwin was in it once, with the speedskating float.

We are rapidly becoming veteran  "Pigs In The City" with more parades to come since all Bellinghamsters
do throughout our very, way-too-short summers is hold festivals, parades, races:  anything and everything outdoors! Involving beer, always with the beer. We only drink water out our sippy bottles, and the hardest thing mom drinks is an Odwalla protein shake.  Bellinghamsters know there is a very short window of sunlight during which to party, so summer is always full of downtown excitement.  And we, apparently, have season tickets for front-row box seats right here in our own living room!  OOOhhhhh, makes us want to scamper and shout "Yahoooooo!" before begging mom for wheatgrass with loud, high-pitched (Taj, Holy !#%?)
shrieks of "WWWWWhhhhhhhhhhhhheeeeeeeeeeeeeeK!" Taj is a soprano, and if mom isn't right on it,
he'll scream up a high C note that could break a glass bottle and pop out your eardrums...we love it!
Watch mom scamper once Taj escalates his shrieks, from a middle-C warning to the ear-splitting sound
of a space ship tearing through the sound barrier in our own kitchen.  Never met a high soprano before Taj.

Mom copes by staying tuned to Molly's Owl Box, where she learned to
TWITTER...unfortunately, she recently discovered that numerous Zombie fans and sites (whose names we refuse to allow here, they are dreadful!) are now following her on TWITTER.  Ever since her authoritative sermon about Zombies (plagiarized entirely from an NPR interview with the originator of B&W zombie movies)  mom has been attracting zombie fans following  her on TWITTER...hmmmmm?!


It's just odd to us, because mom has also joined MODS in discussions on numerous other topics...and, yet, the only ones devoted to hanging on her every word are Zombies...oh, and the one Bengals football team
fanster who thought (when MODS were describing their Bengal cats) that mom was also a rabid Bengals fan (the football team, not the cats.)  She seems only to attract...how can we say this politely, let's see? Oh, we can't, so we won't: other to imply her followers are probably not folks we would ever invite over for Odwallas. E.V.E.R.

(NOTE FROM EDITOR: Tragically, this is true.)


Is that good? We don't analyze the news, just report it. Even if it gets weirder by the day! Which, and trust me on this: IT DOES...is mom morphing into a moron? Stay tuned, dear reader, because we are all eager to find out! Oops, gotta run! Mom coming now to check into Molly's Owl Box pre-Dusk TWITTER fest.

YumYum has left the building!

(NOTE FROM EDITOR: no, he hasn't; YumYum is hopping up and down in his brightly colored ferret sleeping bag, which seems an odd place to hop, but who are we to judge a cavy's choice of hoppy places?!!)

As long as he never hops away, we are happy!  Even if the city has turned mom into a moron!

SAN MARCOS: Owlets test their wings in preparation for departure

SAN MARCOS: Owlets test their wings in preparation for departure

All us piggies and mom already having "empty nest" feelings...we have become accustomed to the owlsies'
hissing and hopping and bopping and flopping but now that they are flying, all but Wes, we are
starting to want to fly, too.

mom, can guinea pigs fly?

"no, dear."

"MOM!"

TAJ ASKING RAJ (ON TOP OF PIGLOO) IF HE WOULD LIKE TO HEAR HIS FIRST POEM

WOWL, IT WAS A DARK AND OWLY NIGHT!

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Poem by Taj Mahal,
inspired by Molly's Owl Box last night:

"Twas a Dark and Owly Night"

by Taj Mahal, guinea pig poet, please enjoy:
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"i spy with my little eye

three fuzzy-wuzzies all up High:

we hop, we flap, we even FLY -

hope you can feel us kiss the SKY!"

(EDITOR'S NOTE: THIS IS TAJ'S FIRST POEM.)

while writing this poem, YumYum encouraged Taj by hopping up and down inside his sleeping bag.

we feel it really helped.

WHEN WE LOOK DOWN AT FRONT GATE

Dear Readers,

From our floor up in the stratosphere extends a deck from which we can look straight down at our front gate.

This is what we see.

It is very different from what we are used to seeing.

So, mainly we look up.

At the sky.

Which is the same sky we are used to seeing, full of clouds wafting overhead teasing us with their Power to rain,
hail, snow, drop ice pellets, or simply drift off and leave the Sun Shining liquid Happiness through our many
windows! We have South West facing windows, so when the Clouds have Mercy, Liquid Sunshine pours through
them to brighten our day (and mom's mood!) with Holy Bright Light!

For some reason, the Clouds have been mischievous this spring and are pretending it is November instead of May.

We may need to face them up-close-and-personal to politely request they respect the season, since our summers
are only three months long to begin with...and spring (not to mention summer!) seems not yet to have begun.

So, clouds, we are asking politely...please, please go away and come back on another day, like next year, OK?

Respectfully Yours,

Yum, Raj and Taj Mahal

p.s. we aren't kidding!

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HOLY WOWL! LAST NIGHT WAS A THREE-FOR-ALL!

Dear Readers,

Now all 3 of us pigulas are as addicted to Molly's Owl Box as mom (just took awhile to realize they were not going to eat us because we have such acute senses and at first thought they were in the new apartment)

And last night, Austin, owlet #3 just TOOK OFF! Surprised us all, no hesitation, no hop-flapping, noooo
WORRIES: to quote our Jimi Hendrix, Austin just sang:

"'Scuse me, while I touch the sky..." and simply took off...and then disappeared below the screen so
all the MODS absolutely freaked out and we thought they were funny: humans!

No faith in us, whatsoever. We have instincts, people, we were born to KNOW THINGS! Or taught by mom, dad, and each other, especially in a herd we teach each other how to scatter litter OUT THE BOX during our frantic NASCAR race-chases and suchlike games. Mom had to get a lightweight vacuum we got so good at
our LitterScatterGame! In fact, she was so tired of sleeping with it in her bed, she moved us into the living room...MOM!

back to Molly's Owl Box:

That leaves only little, fluffy Wesley now...who gets to enjoy his meals all to himself now that the other
three are out of the box when mom and dad bring din-din! We think Wesley is guinea pig #1 FAVE OWL.

Who is YOUR fave owlet?

YumYum off to the morning HayPile!