
22/04/2025
Peeks and Sprinn are both approaching 2 now, still healthy, happy and being the best role models for their great grandchildren. I'd had a disheartening time working with an outcrossed line from a beloved rat kindly studded from a good breeder which was still resulting in skittish "I'm okay but I'm not that into handling" rats and a few health issues after a few generations, and I think the road trip really contributed to nervousness for some of them in a way that was worth a try but in hindsight isn't worth the risk.
Passing the torch of that line to someone who wanted it, letting it go and just going back to my main line and getting immediately bombarded with licky, eager bubs is just what my heart needed as I step back from letting my rats be available to the public and just enjoy them.
It's beautiful to see the original main line oldies going strong, I'm really having a delightful time with the bubs, and I'm quietly pleased to see the nice Irish markings of their great, great grandma popping up in some of them, it's always been a favourite of mine. ❤️
Sprinn is the big agouti hooded fellow in with the baby boys, and Peeks is the rusted old black berk girl, a champion nester and a rat who truly seeks out teaching and caring for babies. I let her sniff my hand after holding them when they were just pinkies, and she started trying to put my hand in the hide and groom it, and when that wasn't satisfying enough she stuffed and dragged young adult Syd into a hide. Syd was confused but complied and was dragged back in whenever she wandered out for the next 15 minutes and eventually just relented while Peeks groomed her. You'd think a mumma with such strong instincts might have trended towards the overly hormonal maternal aggression side, but Peeks had two litters back in her day and was brilliant both times. She's just a great mum.