Sunday, April 14, 2013

The Lowlands of Surrey

 
Sunshine! And a swarm of Londonites descend upon the Surrey Hills and pretend to be Olympians. To avoid the red-light-jumping, "You're riding the Box Hill Loop the wrong way"-shouting* hordes earnestly doing circuits of the hills, I decided to head out to the flatlands.


I found Constable-style clouds, alligator-infested** swamps, and even a windmill! It was just like Holland!




*Seriously, I've had this bellowed at me, when I objected to a cyclist who was climbing Zig Zag Road on the wrong side. Um: heading down Box Hill is how to get home for me!

**For a given value of infestation...

Friday, April 12, 2013

Ferret FAQs and FIAs


Ferret FIAs (Frequently Incorrect Assumptions):

Ferrets are rodents

No, they’re not, no more than your pet cat is a rodent. They are mustelids, like badgers otters and weasels. Mice are omnivores with nibbling gnawing teeth, whereas ferrets are carnivores with biting flesh-slicing bone-crunching teeth. Just like a cat.

What do they eat?

Dried kibble, just like cat-biscuits (but with a higher protein content if you want to get technical about it). Also raw eggs, ham, kippers, the contents of unguarded steak sandwiches, corks, shoes, cream, frogs, bananas, mice, cat food, bits-of-string-that-taste-nice, slugs, snails, oxtail soup, strawberries and brussel sprouts. But not horseradish. It tastes nasty, apparently.

The fourth picture in this article (warning: Daily Mail link) is a ferret

Not exactly. Not a domestic ferret, anyway, which is what the article is about. It’s a Black-footed Ferret, an endangered species native to North America. It is about as relevant to this article as a picture of a Scottish wildcat is to the story of Boots The Amazing Stowaway Kitten Who Travelled 500 Miles. Possibly even less.

But aren’t they wild animals?

No, they’re domesticated, just like Mog and Hairy Maclary from Donaldson’s Dairy. They’ve been domesticated for thousands of years, have no sense of fear or self-preservation, and tend to die quite rapidly when left unsupervised in the Real World.

They chew though cables

No. At least, not that I’ve discovered. Rodents and lagomorphs (hey kids: rabbits aren’t rodents either!) chew cables, but ferrets don’t have nibbling gnawing teeth (see above). They do unplug cables, shred the carpet, dig up houseplants, knock over tea, chew shoes, steal corks, empty cupboards, poop under the bed, sleep in my sock drawer and attack the cats, but in the ten years I’ve been keeping them they’ve never chewed through cables.

Do they have freedom to run around the house?

No (see above). They are allowed out of their cage under close supervision each evening, followed by fifteen minutes of clearing up afterwards.

They smell, don’t they?

Well, yes, inasmuch as all animals and humans have a “smell”. It’s not a pungent nasty smell unless you never empty the litter tray or you startle them. Personally I find ferret-smell less objectionable than dog-smell or Lynx body-spray, but your opinion may differ.

Do they bite?

Well, it’s complicated. Ferrets are very scent-oriented creatures, so if you’ve just eaten a burger or painted your nails then your hands will smell of food or exciting paint, which will need Investigating. And the way ferrets Investigate things is often to pick it up in their mouths. Also, ferrets are incredibly playful, and a good way of inciting a game is to run up to your friend and give them a nip of the teeth to get their attention. Or sometimes a human might be wearing a sock that really MUST be added to the secret sock stash under the bed, so you pick it up in your jaws and try and carry it off and wonder why the screaming starts when you get a mouthful of toe as well.

Ferrets are like any other animal: it depends how well they have been socialised. In the past I’ve owned ferrets which were 100% guaranteed not to bite, and have confidently left them being played with by toddlers. I’ve also rehabilitated a mistreated ferret who had learned that biting any human within reach was a good survival mechanism. My current crew are not entirely trustworthy enough to be left alone with a child, but with supervision they’re fine. They’ll never exactly bite, but they may just give an entirely predictable (if you know what to look out for) sharp nip every now and again. But it’s never malicious, just curious.

Are you sure they’re not rodents?

Yes.

Why do you keep them?

It seemed a good idea at the time.


Sunday, April 7, 2013

Apart from the T-rex, because his arms are too short to hold the club...


History has seen the invention of some great combinations: Fred and Ginger, gin and tonic, eggs and benedict. Well, now the folk of New Malden bring you something that is so brilliant and yet so simple that you think "Of course! Why didn't I come up with that?":

Dinosaurs and mini-golf!




Nestled away in the maze of industrial estates by Shannon Corner is a pocket of the Jurassic (or possibly the Triassic). Like Bradbury's hunters in A Sound of Thunder, we wended our way on the narrow ribbon of pre-cast concrete (thoughtfully inset with dinosaur footprints), wielding our twenty-first century golf-club technology. Above the roar of the A3 and the cover versions of Saturday Night and The Ladies of the Harem of the Court of King Caractacus blaring out of the speakers, the pre-recorded roar of dinosaurs could be heard. Vivid blue streams of water concealed plastic crocodiles which were being used as a perch by a pair of remarkably non-blue ducks (both drakes, but I'm not judging them on their lifestyle choices) and a telephone.

The ball in the stream is not a mistake...
...it's actually the best way on to the green!

Make sure it's not one of the animatronic dinosaurs before doing this!

Saturday, April 6, 2013

Richmond Park





 Lots of wildlife in Richmond Park today - kestrels, deer, parakeets... even a Womble!






Sunday, March 10, 2013

Ferrets with lumps on

Eth has had a busy spring. First there was the scab on his leg which looked a bit like a wart, and a bit like a bite-mark that wouldn't heal. Off we went to the vets, who took a needle biopsy, sent some cells off to a lab who came back with the results that it was probably a Sarcoma, very dangerous, and had to be excised at once.

So that was done, and fortunately the tumour was removed with a clear margin and sent off to the lab who said "Oh, now we can see the whole thing, it's actually a Mast Cell Tumour, pretty benign actually." This was a relief.

Three weeks later, I spotted another lump - this time on Eth's side. It was big and black and the size of a pea, just under the skin:



The vets were worried - the pigmentation made them think "melanoma", but the size of it and the rapidity of the growth made them not want to have to wait another ten days for biopsy results. So back to the surgery with Eth, more general anaesthetic and shaving later, and the lump was removed. This one, according to the Lab Results, was an Apocrine Tumour - again, relatively benign, but good to remove. Since there are remarkably few pictures of Apocrine Tumours in ferrets on the internet, I feel I have contributed.

Yay Pirates!

Due to various High Street purveyors of entertainment failing to keep up with the century of the Fruitbat, I have been able to expand my DVD collection considerably over the past few months. This means I have been viewing a variety of anti-piracy adverts lately, from the scary-techno-music "You wouldn't steal a car" one (which apparently got sued for using the music without permission - oh the irony), to the one which shows a sterotypical "pirate" and a load of VHS tapes (seriously! On a DVD!), whilst telling me that pirates are terrorists (which is quite insulting to famous pirates like Jeanne de Clisson who were cruicial to the English war effort at the time).

This really pisses me off. I don't pirate films or music, and I never have (apart from one time I was forced to borrow a [redacted] CD of don't-ask-don't-tell origin when trying to rebuild my computer, and [redacted] told me that the genuine software which I had paid for and legally owned was "pirated" and refused to install it). So why, as the person who has paid for the goods, am I forced to watch a load of shit accusing me of being a thief, but if I had pirated the goods, I'd probably not? Going to the cinema is just as bad - I pay for my ticket, and have to watch some smarmy sleb-I-don't-recognise simpering at me to say "thank you for not being a criminal".

My plan is simple. When I win the lottery, I am going to open a clothes store in Hollywood, or wherever the ad-executives who dream up these campaigns shop. Security guards will greet potential customers on the door with "Good morning DON'T!STEAL!SHIT!" Furthermore, each item of clothing will only be allowed to be worn in one way. Bought a jumper? You're only allowed to wear it normally. If you want to tie it around your waist, you will have to come back to the store and buy the "tying-around-the-waist" licence. This blouse can only be worn with jeans unless you purchase the "Licence to Skirt".

This would probably cheer me up.