Last night, one of my son's pet gerbils had something in his mouth. I thought he had taken a chomp out of his snack shack. Well, upon closer inspection, I realized it was a baby gerbil! Yes, Murdoch the gerbil (Duncan named them after Thomas the Tank Engine characters) turned out to be a SHE. SHE delivered three pups last night. They were very cute, but sadly the three were dead by the morning. I did a little research and it looks like she may have had such a small litter that she wasn't able to produce enough milk to keep them alive. It was a little bit of a bummer having to pull dead gerbils out of the cage. I let Duncan see them, since it's all part of the life cycle. He wasn't upset.
Anyway, we were trying to figure out what is the better option, separating the male from the female in order to prevent more litters, or letting them stay together since they've bonded. Perhaps they're in love? When I took them out of their cage to wash it out today, Diesel was already mating with Rosie (aka Murdoch). We may have more pups on the way.
Here's a cute video of baby gerbils. I'm such an animal lover. When I'm an old lady, I'll be like Brigitte Bardot with her animal sanctuary.