Well, the two new boys are settling in quite nicely with Mike and Ike. I've thought about names and came up with two. As I pulled into the driveway from purchasing the two little boys, I was thwocked at by a raven who had taken possession of a little bit of lawn peeking through the snow. The raven fluttered away around a birch tree and thwocked some more at me as I headed into the house with the two gerbil babies. So, there's the names. The shy-black boy, whom after one day jumps all over my hand and seems to have lost his shyness, will be called Raven, after the blue-black Trickster in my front yard. The red-eyed champagne with the mottled tan and cream coloring which will fade to cream in a couple of weeks will be known as Birch, after the tree whose trunk is as mottled as the gerbil's fur. So, now I have 8 gerbils: Norm and Scar (Granddad and grandson) Angel (who likes to cuddle with me) Cindy (who will move to Anchorage, maybe) Mike and Raven (Schimmel and Black) Ike and Birch (Schimmel and red-eyed champagne) Deb Adams (The two new gerbil boys seem quite unaffected by moving to a ferret-controlled house) ______________________________________________________ Get Your Private, Free Email at http://www.hotmail.com
