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Chinese egret, fly or lurk? (shot taken from my window)

Alam nyo ba yung “Plurk”? Hindi ito yun…

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Published in: on 13 November 2009 at 10:42 pm  Comments (7)  
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High-yatoos

This is what occupies me these days:

Framing backlogs… 🙂 And then to wind up –

Mansyon ng daga! 😆 (new additions).

Hamster Wigwam Wigglerson in Bebang Pension House testing Gandalf’s Exercise Wheel. – -►

Hamster Teepee Pompom in Ikabod Tower overseeing installation of Snowy’s Clock. – -►

Twin hamsters Wigwam & Teepee are 1 yr 10 mos 22 das today.

And this is their father Mochawonka fortifying

proposed bridge’s “Wigglerdock”…

What is mansyon ng daga?

Click the photo below ▼ to download and open a powerpoint show

[.pps file, size 1.8MB]… IF need be, hit F5 key on your keyboard to play.

Run time is less than 3 minutes.

Cages for hamsters, tips for enthusiasts allaboutteddybearhamsters.blogspot.com

Seven in 5

Another thing the month of August reminds me is how this clan had started.

It was five years ago when I first saw these two (later bacame the first couple), with the rest of the litter, helpless as they were, “sucklings” to their mother. Their owner was my wife’s friend, a former “suki” in our cross stitch and framing business.

The following month (September 2003), she offered us to adopt a pair of these hamsters. Her auntie didn’t want to keep these “bad luck” critters any longer, and was thinking of disposing all of them soon. (You have to squeeze your way in to reach the innermost end of this blog’s sub-terranean tunnel for details… Take this shortcut.)

I’ve been keeping records of my hamster’s “chronicles” even before I gained access to the internet:

19 had lived and perished before I started to blog.

One passed away soon, less than two weeks after I launched this blog.

13 were left to be seen “on-live” in my posts.

Out of the 13, nine are still living as of this day.

The following presentation was also produced in their pre-blogging chronicles (Ispidbol’s appearance was added just later). CLICK the photo.

NOTE: WordPress does not allow a .pps-file upload anymore, so this is a .ppt (powerpoint) presentation. Wait for it to be downloaded, open the file, then hit F5” on your keyboard to play and watch the presentation. “ Less than 3 minutes. Nakakaaliw ito, para sa mga “batang” paris ko! 😉

ADDENDUM (2009 Nov 16) : PPS format can be uploaded again; Just open the .pps-file after the download and watch. Thanks!

Hamster cages and wheels are kinda expensive, so I learned to improvise.

One of my utmost concerns is what to do when a hamster got sick, or how to prevent incidence of illness. That was the first topic that I researched upon gaining internet access in August last year. My searches led me to Wikipedia, then to fellow pet- and hamster-bloggers. Eventually I thought on blogging at WordPress, signing up with Flickr and YouTube ONLY as photo and video hosts. (My blogging is another story, so much about that next month).

I am not a breeding expert. I was quite disappointed when I learned that what I’ve been doing is not a “good” practice. I knew some basic rules about genetics, but I was not seriously aware about the ill-effects of in-breeding. I stopped “marriages” among closed relatives since the last litter of June 2007 – after I have gone through seven generations.

Amboy’s ♂ ‘good side’

Seventh-line descendant Amboy. Will he be my last hammie?

Amboy is my 33rd hamster. He belongs to the 7th generation (maternal line; see my first comment below) and is the youngest. He had gone past midlife but still celibate – a forty year-old virgin, at that. 😆 Now he is faced with the question:

“To breed or not to breed?”

FLOOD for thought:

Remember that the Ark was built by an amateur, Titanic by professionals.

Mundong araw

Tuluyan nang bumigay ang internal modem ng laptop namin. Buti na lang ngayon lang! Paano kaya kung nuon pang kasagsagan ng posting ko nasira ito? Laking problema ko siguro?

Kaya eto ako: para lang makapag-post uli dito sa blungga (blog na lungga) at makasilay sa blogosphere, kelangang lumabas uli ng kwarto, bumaba ng building, at maglakad ng may kalahating kilometro patungo sa isang medyo mura-murang internet café na malapit dito.

Kagabi pa sana ito, kasunod nung nakaraang post (How are my hammies?) na ipinaskel ko mula sa bahay ng isang kakilalang naka-SmartBro ang kompyuter (Thanks, Riza!), kaso mga 11:30 ng gabi naman na, mga antok na rin kaming pare-pareho. Eniwey, hindi rin naman ako maka-upload ng powerpoint para kumpletuhin ang link ko diyan sa ibaba (.ppt format ang hinahanap sa IE browser, .pps format ang file na dala ko). At least, nai-upload ko naman nang mas mabilis itong 46-minute YouTube video. 10 minutes lang? Ngayon ko lubusang napagtanto na super-baaaaaaaagal nga palang talaga ang naka-dial-up lang na connection.

By the way… alam nyo bang ang English word na hamster ay galing sa isang salita na naglalarawan ng peculiar ‘trait’ o katangian ng hayop na ito? May expandable na cheek pouches kasi ang mga hamsters. Para itong supot o ‘bulsa’ sa magkabilang pisngi nila – naiuunat na animo’y gomang lobo (rubber balloon) – at dito nila inilalagay nang minsanan ang mga pagkaing hinahakot nila para dalhin at iimbak sa kanya-kanyang haybol. Sa gayon, may makakain nga naman sila sa mga panahong hindi sila makalabas ng lungga. Watch the video to see what I mean. 😉

Wigwam. How many corn seeds can you count?

The word “hamster” was coined from the German word “hamstern” which means to hoard.”

Yes, hamsters are natural hoarders – but don’t you despise them for that! Hoarding is their God-given instinct to survive. Ahehe… ewan ko lang sa tao.

Naalala ko lang kasi mukhang nagkakausuhan na naman ang mga lintek na patago-tagong i-yan. Nabanggit ko nga nuon sa post na ito (Kahayupan ng Pilipino), nakaka-turn-off lang naman ang asal-hayop pag in-adapt na ng tao.

Huwag nyo akong tanungin kung tutuo ngang may shortage sa BIGAS; at kung meron nga, bakit nagkaganon – matagal na akong resigned. Kung ibig nyo, rumekta na kayo duon. Tiwala naman akong mas masasagot nila ang inyong mga tanong.

So much about rice-hoarding – masisira lang ang araw ko. Balik tayo sa blog ko…

Hirap palang matagal na hindi sumisilay sa blogandaming naipong spam. Tsk, tsk, tsk… ito ang maski hindi ka maghakot ay pagkarami-rami! Airline tickets, nude teens video, viagra… ahehe. Aanhin ko ba ang mga ire? Andali sana kung one click na “delete all” lang. Pero dapat isa-isahing ibaraws ang naka-kweweng (queue) 😆 mga comments. Ang concern ko lang naman ay yung ibang legitimate comments na napagkakamaliang salain ng akismet – baka mapasamang mabura automatically after 15 days. Nakakahiya naman sa commentor, baka akala minoderate ko.

Tagal na ring wala akong bagong upload sa Flickr; sa YouTube kagabi lang uli. Try ko ngang mag-sign-in sa yahoo mail account… How would you react kung may anonymous sender… na naman! Hindi naman ‘hate mail’ – hindi ko lang ma-gets yung “‘inakay’ na nambabanat” daw? Puzzle ito… hamo na nga.

Mundong araw… anlabo yata? Hindi… nakita ko kasi sa Nat Geo, Earth day daw ngayon? Oeditsige – “araw ng mundo.” Nasilip na rin lang e di makapag-post na din.

Earth yang graphics na nasa ibaba. Huwag nyo na ask kumbakit ganyan ang kulay – basta CLICK nyo na lang. This will prompt you to the powerpoint program (sorry about that, mukhang hindi na makapag-upload ng .pps format simula nung mag-upgrade ang WP dashboard). You have to press F5 to play the presentation.

NOTE (appended 2009 Nov 16) : Pwede na uli ang PPS format —

open nyo lang ang file pagka-download, aandar na sya mag-isa.

Pag nagkataon, may mabilang pa kayang binatog si Wigwam ko? At ang matunog na pagtawa, magagawa ko pa kaya?

Display all post with PPSBabay muna uli…

O ano… masaya ka na?

Hiram ko lang po itong LINK. Pero yung saya at ligaya, hindi… 😉

powerpoint show “Senti ni Tatang”

Napasilip lang habang nagko-computer itong si misis… Balik na po uli ako sa pagpe-FRAME, medyo natambakan ako eh… 😳 Yung mga comments nyo sa previous post ko, saka ko na sagutin. Salamat sa inyong lahat.

And… by the way ‘mine’ — say my Happy birthday to your Bentong! Wala ka bang ipo-post ngayon? 😛

slideGod bless you all !!! 😀 😀

Published in: on 9 February 2008 at 12:00 pm  Comments (5)  
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Kulang sa pansin (Part 1)

The Boolagirls Beria-girdel and Chocho. Playing on the wheel together.

Chocho (named later by her owner, a friend’s daughter) was a Boolagang for adoption. Before living this family, she was given as wife to Isnobol and the mating was successful. She was almost three months old then (just one day short) when she gave birth to the Chochobebes (The Boolagang’s birthday was March 5; the Chochobebes, June 4).

I cannot say that the new mother was inexperienced, I’d rather say that it was her new owners. It was my fault: I failed to stress on telling our friend that most hamsters don’t want to be watched while giving birth, especially if it is the maiden birth. In fact, even after a few days, I would discourage an owner from being overly curious to look at the newborns (sobra sa pansin?) — otherwise, that may be the only sight of them he will ever get. As for Chocho’s babies, some died moments after birth; Some after a few days, so what was left of the litter which was supposed to be six was only three.

On their fourth day, at about five o’clock in the morning, Chocho got out of her cage leaving her still suckling babies. She was nowhere to be found! Our friend notified us, so I advised them to send the babies to me at once. Chocho didn’t show up for one whole day.

What am I supposed to do!?” These are rodents — so small and fragile, not like dogs or cats — and they were only 4-days old! (*O help me God!*)

I dipped a strand of thread in a milk (my wife bought a Ucare powdered milk just for this) and let the three small starving creatures take a sip from it whenever they open their mouths. That I did very carefully, baka ekako malunod?

At 6 pm, our friend happily sent a text message to us: Chocho finally showed up from her hiding place — a pile of shoes in a rack. Fortunately she didn’t get out of the house, where cats and dogs and all sorts of possible dangers abound.

I told them to send the mother to me because I knew that the “reunion” would be so delicate. For a hamster, that more than 12 hours is very long enough — it is possible that the mother could have forgotten that she has a litter and might kill or eat them up.

The reunion was quite funny (I was sorry I didn’t ‘video’ it)… Chocho’s eyes were so widened due to what I thought was an expression of puzzled amazement as she saw her three pups squirming — she was trying to run away from them! So I held her by the scuff of loose skin at the back of her neck and let the babies suck from her. Moments later the mother felt comfortable with them. I managed to shoot a video of them before sending them back to their owners the following day.

Mama Chocho with her babies

Napaka-maasikaso ni Chocho. Mga nanay, padadaig ba kayo sa isang daga lang!?
At sainyo na mga nanay-to-be (o maski kayong mga dalaga pa): Panuorin nyo pagkatapos nito yung powerpoint presentation dyan sa baba…

Their story didn’t end here though.

When the babies were 12 days old, our friend’s daughter texted my wife telling us that one of the babies fell from the cage (they hanged the cage at the ceiling so that cats or ants couldn’t reach them) and died. Our friend sent them back to us once more because her daughter was busy in her studies, and she was quite “guilty” for what had happened. That was when I shot their 13th day video (the following day). After a few days the girl was missing her hammies I sent them back again.

On their weaning age (about 21 days old), the girl texted us again saying that the bigger one of the two hamsters was harassing her younger sibling — including her mother. It was time for the babies to be separated, I thought. And since the girl has only one cage, she asked us to take care of the two small ones and let Chocho stay with her.

So the weaned babies was sent back to us for ‘fostering’… After about a week, Chocho died to the anguish of her girl owner. 😦 Our friends discouraged their daughter to own a hamster again for some time.

That is why these two youngest hamsters are now with this family, ‘reunited’ to Isnobol their father. And that was when Syma (a girl) and Amboy (a boy) got their names… More stories of Chocho’s babies in the following posts later today:

“Kulang sa pansin” Part 2 (28 December 2007)

“Bakit isa, bakit dalawa?” (28 December 2007)

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— PLEASE WATCH THIS PRESENTATION —
WARNING: This presentation (.pps) may make you feel uncomfortable (better if it does), but I want it for your eyes to see. Be ready to explain it to the kids if ever there are some around.

“A letter from an unborn baby”

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The 17-day mother

When does motherhood begin? We know that a mother is a mother as long as she lives, and her role (other than economic or financial, I hope) of being a mother to her sons and daughters ends when she dies. But when does a mother start to become a mother?

I believe that for a particular child, a mother’s role begins not at the moment of that child’s birth, but at his conception in her mother’s womb. Let us not forget that the phrase “to bear a child” does not only mean to give birth to, but also to carry, a child. The carrying is a nine-month burden that will lead to the moment of truth: the agony of labor, and the JOY of birth.

For Snowy, it was just the burden and the agony.

2005-08-01 (Snowy)

Snowy was one of the last litter, a sister to MsBraun and Warwik, given for adoption. She was the hamster who had an encounter with a house rat, so her foster-owner told. We don’t know her detailed experience there, but I supposed the nasty vermin wanted — but failed — to molest her. Somehow the rat had managed to put a notch in her ear. After a month she was sent back to us to be a wife to Mocha Rurik. The agreement was for her to get pregnant and after four weeks upon giving birth to her offspring, her foster owner will take her back with some of the litter.

So, after Snowy was given to Mocha Rurik in marriage, all we’ve got to do was to wait for the next 16 days of pregnancy to pass. On the 16th day, the signs of birthing was evident: Snowy refused to play but laid on her back all day. The whole day was nearly over, still no sign of babies. In the last few hours of the following day, one by one came out the babies, all lifeless…

Hamsters have a peculiar trait of eating up their newborn babies when they are threatened by the presence of hamsters other than their litter in their cage. Some experts termed this trait as protective cannibalism. What a horrible way of protecting one’s young!!! Protecting it by devouring it!? It doesn’t make sense! But I found it much harder to understand the reasons of some — sometimes even healthy, married human mothers. They maybe doing a less morbid thing for not eating their newborn child; but giving consent of expelling ‘it’ from their bodies while yet unborn, justifying that they are only protecting it from a bleak and uncertain future, is equally irrational.

I’ve learned that a zygote is kept alive by the pulsation of the individual cells in it(?), and as the zygote develops into a human embryo, one of the first organs to be formed is the heart in order for the embryo to help sustain his own life. The fetus at the earliest stage is already fighting for his life! Anybody who is heartless enough to think he has the right to stop the throbbing of this unborn child’s heart dare to stand up? Even you — his ‘mother’ — sit down! In the whole world, you should be the last person to dare to stand…

I am condemning the deed here, not the doer. These young ladies badly need understanding and guidance. If you know somebody in the same situation, I am urging you not to ‘push’ her in doing something that she’ll be sorry for later in her life. I knew a few mothers who have committed such a mistake long ago but until now each is keeping a skeleton in her closet, knowing not how to confess it to her living sons or daughters.

As for Snowy, she didn’t eat up her litter. The babies just came out dead; they didn’t come out on time. But somehow Mocha Rurik was so relieved she was still alive.

After what happened to Snowy, I never mated her again with her husband worrying that it might risk her life. Her foster owner never bothered to send for her again, so Snowy stayed here with her family for the rest of her life. As to if her life drama — that rat-encounter and the lost of her litter — was retained in her memory, I don’t know. I just hope that in her brain, the space for sad memories was blank clean and white like her name.

Snowy perished due to an illness, possibly a reproductive or urinary tract infection. She lived for 18 months and 7 days. Soon a clock will be ticking atop Ikabod tower in memory of her.

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Appended on 28 December 2007:

— PLEASE WATCH THIS PRESENTATION —

WARNING: This presentation (.pps) may make you feel

uncomfortable (better if it does), but I want it for your eyes to see.

Be ready to explain it to the kids if ever there are some around.

slide “A letter from an unborn baby”

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