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Lost and Found Ferrets / Found Ferret - St Mary’s Cray
« Last post by Holly on April 06, 2018, 08:23:20 PM »
Someone has found a ferret about an hour ago around St Marys Cray area and posted it to the Orpington Gossip Facebook page, if anyone has lost one? X
Lost and Found Ferrets / Ferret Found in Orpington
« Last post by Holly on May 04, 2017, 04:31:09 PM »

A ferret has been found in Orpington near Lessons Hill xx
Megs took everything we were told and worried about for mums with new kits and threw it out of the window.  :adore:

I miss you gal. After switching the kettle on each morning I would go through and you would be demanding your convalesance food.

I know you appreciated a good life here, and I still feel you around.

The Rainbow bridge / Re: Megan , the second of our 3 White Witches has left us.
« Last post by star on April 26, 2017, 09:22:40 AM »
 :fuzzyhug: So sorry xxx at least she had a great life with you guys and finally had love, freedom and happiness xx
The Rainbow bridge / Megan , the second of our 3 White Witches has left us.
« Last post by lazy-ferret on April 25, 2017, 10:44:38 PM »
We are having a bad month, we have lost another life changing ferret today, our little Megan.

On the 1st of August, 2012, things were a bit on the manic side, Roy from Harietsham Ferret rescue, called me to ask if I could pick up some ferrets from a house in Tonbridge Wells, as the owner was being evicted in the morning, and Roy was going to be in Hospital, so could not get there in time. Apparently, there was a Mum with some Kits, and maybe a couple more ferrets as well. I arranged to get them in the afternoon, but as regularly happens in this household, complications set in. Suz was rushed to hospital herself, that same afternoon, so I called the man, and explained what had happened, and arranged to get over to his house at 7:30am the following morning.

When I got there, I was shocked, I had picked up many ferrets over the years, but this was the first case of neglect I had ever gone to, and it took all my mind, not to say anything, just get the ferrets out of there as quickly as possible. The guy took me out the back of a house, that I was sure was a drugs den, into a small yard, with a windowless shed in the bottom corner. He opened the shed door, and I was almost knocked out by the smell, and once my eyes had adjusted to the light, I saw 2 small indoor Guinea Pig cages, the sort with plastic tray at the bottom, and wire tops, and a wooden hutch. In the Hutch was a large hob, pacing up and down, and in the small cages were small very skinny albino Jills,

When I looked, one of the jills had several tiny pink sausages in a wood shaving nest as well, now I was expecting some kits, but these were so tiny I had never even seen pictures of them this small. The guy tells me about the ferrets, and I struggle to take it all in, as I was shocked by what I was seeing, and while telling me this, he admits he ran out of food 3 days ago, the same day the kits were born… they were only 3 days old!!!

The Jill was feeding 6 kits, and had not been fed for 3 days!!!

I got them all out to my car, and luckily it was a nice warm day, as I had to drive with all the windows and sunroof open, as the smell made my eyes water. Even now, 5 years on, I still find bits of wood shaving when I clean the car out. When I got them home, I cleared the shed attached to the ferret court, and put the two Jills out there, as it is a nice quiet place, and we only need to go in there once in a blue moon to get stuff from the ferret freezer.

One Jill was called Snowy, and she was a lot older, and had her own amazing story, which I have already told when she passed on 3 years ago. The Hob, who was the father of the kits, turned into an amazing ferret, and Suz immediately snagged him to stay here, and again, his story was told when he died in October last year.

Megan presented us with a huge problem, firstly, Suz and I had never looked after kits before, as we have always had rescues that are 12 to 16 weeks and older, and secondly, moving or upsetting a mother with such young kits meant there was a huge risk she would kill them. After speaking to Roy, it was decided that they would stay here for a while, so we could give her some stability, and hopefully, she would not do anything bad with the kits. We set to work trying to get some good food into them, and to get Megan to put some weight on, as she was dangerously thin. As it turned out, Megan was the perfect mum, and welcomed any help we could offer with open arms. To start with, I removed the maggot infested wood shavings from around the nest, and replaced it with clean shavings, which Megan would then put into the nest, pushing more dirty shavings to the outside so I could again change them. This helped, but the cage still stank to high heaven, and we were having a huge problem trying to keep the flies at bay.

We have a small cage, we call our “Hospital cage”, which has a nice enclosed sleeping area at one end, plus litter tray and hammocks., so one day I set the cage up, filing the sleeping area with small cut up squares of fleece, put it out in the run, and then put Megan’s dirty cage out in the run next to it. After a bit of inspection, Megan decided this was a lot better, and set to work moving the 6 kits over to the nice clean cage. Once she was happy, I put the cage back in the enclosed section of the run, and from there on, her and her 6 kits were the perfect house guests, even using the litter tray as soon as they could get out and about. We soon discovered that Snowy wanted to be a surrogate mum, and Megan was more than happy to let her, so when Megan wanted to get out and explore things, Snowy would babysit the monsters. In fact, she became the “Fun Aunty” to all the kits, and got them into all sorts of trouble teaching them bad things.

You can guess, none of them ever made it to the rescue in the end, as we were enjoying the experience too much, and we just could not let them go. As the kits grew up, 3 were re-homed, but we ended up keeping 2 hobs and a little Jill kit called Flyte. Flyte, Snowy, and Megan became the best of friends, who because of all the trouble they got up too, were collectively known as the 3 White Witches.

Megan was always “Mumsie”, and a bit laid back, but loved to cuddle us, and was a real “Treat” fiend. She was a true “Lazy Ferret”, especially as she got older, often just getting up from one bed, to go and sleep in another, but her hearing was finally attuned, to anything that sounded like it might be a treat, and she would be at your feet as soon as you put the kettle on in the kitchen, begging for something to eat.

Unfortunately, I think her poor start in life, and especially the malnourishment when she had the kits took its toll on her health, and over the last 6 months, her health had gone up and down, giving us a few scares, but every time she would recover, and have a nice spell of enjoying life, treats and cuddles before going down hill again.

:adore: :angel1: Sweet Dreams :angel1: :adore:

Thank you, Megs, you taught us a lot, thankfully being a very willing teacher, and have left us with Flyte and Reject, who are a credit and great credit to you and Toby. You are now at the Rainbow Bridge, reunited with Snowy, Toby, the father of the kits, and sadly for us, 2 of your kits, Picnic and Trevor, who both died young with heart defects. Have a ball up there.

Megan trying to put one of her kits back to bed, even though he is so much bigger than her.
The Rainbow bridge / Re: Sweet Dreams Minstrel
« Last post by Lee on April 20, 2017, 10:42:25 PM »
Oh my god how sad. So sorry for your loss.  DIP minstrel
Such a nice story and what a lucky girl to have found you both when life so bad for her  :angel1:
The Rainbow bridge / Re: Sweet Dreams Minstrel
« Last post by star on April 20, 2017, 09:44:58 AM »
Oh Clive & Suz  :fuzzyhug: :fuzzyhug:. It is so awful when you have no warning.

She was a very lucky girl to have lived with you two. DIP Minstrel xxx
The Rainbow bridge / Sweet Dreams Minstrel
« Last post by lazy-ferret on April 19, 2017, 11:07:39 PM »
It's taken me a bit of time to write this one, as I was really not expecting to write an epitaph for Minstrel for a while, so it's left me a bit shell shocked, and makes it hard to think about all the things I want to say.

Back in the summer of 2011, we were running a ferret PR stand with Kent Ferret Club at a Vets open day in Maidstone, and at some point in the day a young girl and her parents came over and were asking about how to stop a young Jill from biting.

It turned out the girl had a couple of other older ferrets that were very laid back, and since she had got this Jill, she was now scared of her because she kept getting bitten. Apparently, it was so bad, she was now putting the Jill in a box while she played with the others in the court, and only letting her out again when she left.

The next weekend we had been asked to help our local ferret rescue run their show. And as it was not that far away, we suggested that she bought the jill along so we could see if it was aggressive, or just boisterous behaviour.

She arrived at the show with a small wooden box, not much bigger than a shoebox, and would not even open the box to get her out to show me, just handing me the whole box and stepping back. I opened the box, nervously put my hand in, and took out this lovely little Sandy jill, who looked very like my first ever ferret.
She was gorgeous.

Basically, she was a 12 week old kit, full of life and attitude, and was desperate to play. But, no matter how much I showed the girl how sweet she was, and how the mouthing was just that, and not bites, the girl just would not touch her.

I had things to do, as I was supposed to be helping at the show, so after showing the mum and dad just how cute this ferret really was, I gave her back and got on with helping to run the show.

A bit later, I saw the girl wandering around looking at ferrets, and asked where her one was, she pointed under a table to the wooden shoebox. Since I could not stand to see the ferret being left in there, I offered to put her in the run with our ferrets.
You should have seen her, she was in heaven! We had not long stolen Galaxy, who was pretty much the same age, and he was in the run with his 3 brothers who he had only left a few weeks before, so the 4 kits were just one big bundle of play fighting and tag playing. The little jill just piled in and went mad as if she had been with them all along.

Over the course of the day I had so many cuddles from her, and even a kiss on the chin, in fact other that a bit of “kitish” mouthing, there was no biting at all, if the girl wanted to see biting, she should have tried playing with Galaxy!!

Later the girl and her parents came over and asked if I would buy the jill off the girl, as she had paid £40 for her, but I politely told them that all my ferrets were rescues, and If I was going to buy a ferret, I would want the fun of choosing the colour, sex, etc, not paying to take someone’s cast off. I was sorry, but the girl needed to learn a “life lesson” from this, and either be prepared to put the work in to learn to trust this lovely little Jill, or loose her £40, which, to be honest, might make her work a bit harder the next time. I put the Jill back in the Shoebox, which the girl then took, and they went to their car and headed off home.

I felt terrible sending that little ferret back to that awful life, and just hoped that the girl would come around having seen how good the ferret was with me, and start to interact with her more. Everyone at the show who had seen what was going on could see how upset I was, but said I had done the right thing. For the rest of the show I tortured myself trying to justify not paying the money to give the jill a better life. I said to Suz, that I if the girl had offered the Jill to me, I would have happily given her the deluxe hammock and sleep sack she had been eyeing up all afternoon, but on principle, I would not buy the ferret.

Just as the show was ending, the dad came back, and said they had talked it over, and if I would have her, they would give her to me, just to give her a better life... I tried not to bite his hand off, and I gave him the hammock and matching sleep sack the girl had been eyeing up.

We took her home, and she was immediately given the name Minstrel.
This was her first night home.

Her and Galaxy became the best of friends, and she really looked after him, protecting him when he got too big for his boots, and managed to wind up one of the bigger and older ferrets in the cage, and always sleeping with him. If he got out of order with her, she would stand up on her hind legs and slap his face with both paws at the same time.

She had one toy that was her thing… she loved the small Ping-Pong sized Jingle balls. We first found them, when some friends in America sent us 6 along with some other bits as a Christmas Present to the ferrets. Minstrel immediately commandeered them all. We had never seen any in the UK, then one day, when in Wales, we found a shop selling them, every year when we went to Pembroke Dock, we would go to the same shop and buy all the ones they had, and by the time they no longer sold them, we must have had 50 or more all over the place. She would chase them all round the room, and then pick them up and take them off to her cage, sometimes waking us up in the night laying on her back playing with it. I attached some to the door on a bit of elastic, which she would spend ages trying to get off, hissing in frustration at them all the time

She was a typical Sandy Jill, a true escape artist, and always needed to be somewhere she was not supposed to be. We even had to go through the heart break of losing her for a nearly a whole day, and I was so grateful when we found her the following evening, none the worse for her adventure.

We are lucky enough to have many rosettes to help remember her by, she placed many times, even a couple of firsts, and won judges favourite as well.

I found this story of her, and summed her up, nicely.

A job she took in the cage, was as chief groomer, and she kept everyone’s ears nice a clean, regardless of how much they wanted to keep their dirty ears, and would kiss your face for long periods, but for some reason would get to a stage where she would end up sticking her tongue right up your nose, and never seemed to accept that it was something us humans were not too keen on.

Because of “real life” getting in the way, we have had a very busy couple of weeks, so the ferrets have had to entertain their selves a lot more than usual. By Wednesday, I was out all day having some welding work done on the car and did not get home until 1am, then on Thursday, I spent the day still working on the car, getting it ready for its MOT. When Suz got home from work, we finished loading the caravan, getting everything ready to finally get away for the Easter weekend.

I was looking forward to the weekend, as when we are in the caravan we get to spend a lot more time with the ferrets, having one on one playtimes, walks and cuddles. We also have a bit of trepidation at Easter time, as a fair few of our ferrets have chosen the Easter period to pass on, and with Megan being very venerable now, each morning when we open the cage, we do it with a bit of fear, not knowing what we will find.


I am so sorry Minstrel, I feel we let you down a bit. I saw and spoke to you on Thursday morning, when I got Megan out for her soup, but because of life, I never got a chance to see you again until later Thursday evening, when Suz found you curled up with Flyte in the cage, for all intense and purpose, sound asleep. I am so glad you passed away peacefully, but wish I could have held you in my arms, I am so grateful Flyte was there for you so you did not die alone.


Sweet dreams Minstrel, you are at the Bridge now, with Galaxy, I don’t know whether to be pleased for you, or feel sorry you will have to put up with him for eternity, but I am sure the others up there will be pleased to have someone who knows how to put him back into his place, as only you seemed to be able to do. You loved the caravan, tea, walks, and never once bit us always free with your kisses and licks.

 :kiss1: :adore:You really were the perfect ferret for your whole life. :adore: :kiss1:

The Rainbow bridge / Re: Princess Millie Moo Moo
« Last post by girly-lazy-ferret on April 18, 2017, 10:20:29 PM »
Star, so sorry and big hugs.  :cry:

Sorry for not responding sooner but as Clive eluded to we have also had a shock, so reading your post was through tears.
The Rainbow bridge / Re: Princess Millie Moo Moo
« Last post by angschaaf1961 on April 15, 2017, 10:25:10 PM »
Your Princess Millie Moo Moo looks like my little  Sunshine. I am so sorry for  your loss,Star.

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