The girlie guinea pigs had a big day out in the hedge this week. One evening I went to feed them. Hmm, I thought, where are they and wandered off, wondering what was rustling the hedge. Later on I took them a lettuce and found that the girls and Caramello were outside their run trying to get in to eat their evening meal. They had all escaped and had a day out in the hedge. There then ensued a bit of a kerfuffle to persuade them to return to their nice run. This involved some more lettuce, a brick to hold up the edge of the run, supervision by Buffy the cat and a trip to see the boy pigs in their run. Needless to say, I did put a seperator in the boy's run so that the two groups could just look at each other through the chicken wire. When I say look, I mean shouting from the boy pigs and cowering from the girl pigs. Once the girls run was repaired they were able to return home again. Poor Terry has been shouting for them ever since. Everytime I pass his hutch he breaks our in a chorus of eee-eee-eee. Which I take to mean, "Where are those girls, bring back those girls right now, I want girls." Poor Terry, he looks so determined to find all those guinea pig girls. All I have to say is - No Chance.