parsnipbun
Wise Old Thumper
The trouble with wildies. . . is they can squeeze through a 3cm gap, climb 6ft fences and swing through the trees . . or at least thats how it feels.
Peasgood Nonsuch is our 'wildest' wildie - having come into human care aged about 6 months or so.
This means that he does not come to the call at all - and has all the instincts of a wildie (well - except I suspect the survival instincts!) .- so he panics when cornered and runs like the wind.
He has a large run etc with his wildie partner Harebell but we still let him run on the lawn like all the buns do as its pretty much Fort Knox . . . but today he dug a 3cm deep hole under fence panel - most of them are onto slabs set on their sides but for various reaons this one wasnt - and disappeared into next doors garden.
Trouble was he forgot the way back and it was such a small hole he couldnt find it again to get back -
We had our hearts in our boots as we knew if he panicced and ran the wrong direction he would be totally lost - as there are loads of gardens with no fences next to us all running into each other and then a totally wild area with foxes etc . . It took 5 of us to gently shepherd him back towards the hole and the right garden - a relieved Peasgood Nonsuch dashed straight back into his run . . . I suspect Harebell boxed his ears for being such a worry!!
Here is a piccie of the miscreant . .
and here he is again (on the right - his girlie Harebell is on the left )
Peasgood Nonsuch is our 'wildest' wildie - having come into human care aged about 6 months or so.
This means that he does not come to the call at all - and has all the instincts of a wildie (well - except I suspect the survival instincts!) .- so he panics when cornered and runs like the wind.
He has a large run etc with his wildie partner Harebell but we still let him run on the lawn like all the buns do as its pretty much Fort Knox . . . but today he dug a 3cm deep hole under fence panel - most of them are onto slabs set on their sides but for various reaons this one wasnt - and disappeared into next doors garden.
Trouble was he forgot the way back and it was such a small hole he couldnt find it again to get back -
We had our hearts in our boots as we knew if he panicced and ran the wrong direction he would be totally lost - as there are loads of gardens with no fences next to us all running into each other and then a totally wild area with foxes etc . . It took 5 of us to gently shepherd him back towards the hole and the right garden - a relieved Peasgood Nonsuch dashed straight back into his run . . . I suspect Harebell boxed his ears for being such a worry!!
Here is a piccie of the miscreant . .
and here he is again (on the right - his girlie Harebell is on the left )
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