I’ve been told in no uncertain terms that we are not allowed any more ‘pets’ at the farm.
Hubster argues that when I have the baby, it will be he who has to feed them.
Just the other day though, Boo and I found a homeless family of hamsters by the farm gates.
We asked them their names and, the Hamiltons are made up of Daddy hamster, also known as Huckleberry, his wife Hilda and their two children Jane and George.
Despite Hubster’s words ringing in my ears, Boo and I asked them to look around the farm to see if they could find anywhere suitable to live.
Some how, they commandeered a vehicle and had brought their own straw and hay. What more could we ask for? They were practically self-sufficient.
Their farm adventure had begun.
Their first choice of home was with Minty the sheep. Hilda was a little reluctant as Minty seemed hell-bent on sniffing them to within an inch of their lives but George and Jane, being young I suppose, had no fear and leaped up to check out the field.
Unfortunately, even they were overwhelmed by Minty’s affection and decided to try somewhere else.
The stables seemed like a good option. There was plenty of hay and straw around which they could help themselve to.
There are even wild mice their cousins living there, who Huckleberry said he hadn’t seen for years. They welcomed the hamsters to their domain but there is another creature living there who wasn’t so impressed with his new neighbours.
Cue more sniffing and, quite a bit of dribble, the Hamiltons conceded that maybe the stables were not the right place for them after all.
Beginning to lose hope, the family of four had a breather on one of the tractors.
“It’s warm and dry,” reasoned Hilda.
Ever the practical one though, Huckleberry said it was too high off the ground to comfortably get up and down for supplies.
“I’m tired and hungry,” cried Jane, the baby of the family.
In the distance, the family saw a collection of hutches with food in bowls which looked just perfect for hamsters.
They all ran over and jumped in. Jane got a bit over-excited and landed head first in the food bowl. The rabbits who lived there watched on thinking, while small, that these hamsters could certainly put away a fair amount of food.
When the rabbits came over for a look, Mummy and Daddy hamster decided it was time to make a sharp exit and poor Jane was dragged from her dinner.
At this point, even George began to cry.
Boo and I took pity on them and, even though we have a Jack Russell in the house who is not keen on rodents, we assured the Hamiltons that we would guarantee their safety.
In the warmth of our living room, the Hamiltons found a little derelict nursery which, after a bit of a spruce up, decided to live in.
“We can live here and I can start my own child-minding business,” Hilda said, putting her feet up after a very long day.
George sat on a swing to sooth himself while Huckleberry played the piano for some light relief. Jane sang along with her Daddy and they really settled in.
Thankfully, Boo loves her new friends and, while I think she overwhelmed them a bit at first, they are getting along now and, thankfully, Rosie the dog has stayed away.
I absolutely loved Sylvanian Families when I was a little girl. I had the school and a number of families. I remember my dad buying me the magazine every month and I am thrilled that Boo is at the right age to play with them now.
We were sent the delightful Hamilton Hamster family and Forest Nursery for the purpose of this review. All opinions are my own.