I’ve been a bit worried about the frequency with which the Sugar Gliders (aka “the babies” or “the monkeys”) have been breeding. Our young males are now old enough to find another home, but I couldn’t decipher the laws on exotics to my satisfaction. Continue reading
The second pair of baby gliders emerged from the pouch on May 3rd. One joey is a boy and the other is a girl in this latest batch. I’m afraid that our sugar gliders are a bit TOO healthy and happy, judging from the speed with which they are reproducing!
I do worry about the baby girl, however, she seemed awfully small when she emerged and had balance problems at first. She seems to be hanging onto her mommy, Sheena, a bit better this week, but I’m still watching her anxiously. Last week, Sheena had to hold her with one hand while jumping and grasping with her one free hand.
Bright eyes, the larger baby in the photo below, is the same joey I photographed a few days ago… this time wrapped around my thumb (much bigger than Alex’s thumb used before) — so you can see how quickly the little ones are growing. I must say, Bright eyes is my favorite in quite some time. She’s terribly sweet.
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Trinity, my little sugar glider girl has had a new litter (two to be exact) and they crawled out of pouch on the 20th. The little guys… err… Girls in this case, are incredibly cute. Even with their lack of fur (they barely have fuzz), their sealed eyes (which opened a couple days ago) and what the kids call “little licorice tails” they are adorable in that homely, only-a-mother-could-love-it sort of way.
(The shot was just too cute not to share. The baby is wrapped around Alex’s 9-year-old thumb.)
The newest member to our family, Cosmo, has had a really rough road. When we picked him up at the vet on Thursday, the vet confided that he didn’t think the was going to make it overnight, but he had.
He also told us that the kitten had a serious concussion and that he had about a 50/50 chance of not making it past the next day. The left side of his head was a mess. He had a ripped ear, a busted nose, a cut lip to go with his concussion. He couldn’t stand up for more than a second before falling over and later on Thursday, he gave up trying to stand at all.
The vet told us that he didn’t think he had been hit, he had probably been tossed out a window and had landed on his head. He said if he had been hit, more than likely he would have died instantly. I told him I would prefer to think it was an accident, thank you very much, and that if people did stuff like that, I’d prefer not to know about it. He laughed at me and shook his head.
Personally, I hope there’s a special place in hell for anyone who would be so cruel to an animal.
Yesterday morning, my husband walked into my office, kissed me on the forehead and said “I love you.” Now that doesn’t seem all that odd, he’s often sweet like that. I’m a lucky woman.
But this morning, I looked up in his face and immediately knew something was wrong. So I replied, “I love you too, what’s wrong?” And the next words out of his mouth are those guaranteed to horrify any good wife… he said…