No martens were harmed during the filming of this Blog..

..Just mildly sedated, collared and released unscathed back in to the wild.



This is Hamish. He liked being caught so much he decided to go into six of my traps. On six consecutive days. People seem to think that the fact he kept getting caught must mean he's not such a bright marten, but when you think about it, he's well smart: a free easy feed (mmmm deer hearts and road killed pheasant), a cosy warm moss lined bed for the night, and all for the bargain price of just having to pose for a few mug shots before being released early the next day. He totally knew what he was getting and appeared to enjoy the service. It seems I am the Holiday Inn of the pine marten world.

When rabid dogs attack..

P-P-P-Poppy Power!!!!

Tee hee *beaming grin*

I've finally got myself a puppy! Or rather, a Poppy.




Isn't she quite possibly The Cutest Thing In The World?! And she knows it. Especially at 3.16am when she's left a big steaming surprise for me to find on my nightly blunderings to the loo, and then looks up at me with those but-I'm-SUCH-a-cute-puppy-you-couldn't-possibly-be-mad-with-me eyes... damn her and her cute puppy eyes! grr.


Sure she looks cute now, but you can't see what she's just done to yet another pair of my knickers, lying there so innocently with the evidence still in her bed....

Anyway, her favourite things include: chewing up and hiding her Mums' socks, chewing up zippers on expensive jackets, chewing inanimate objects (mostly anything potentially harmful such as glass, power cables, knives, small metallic objects, small plastic objects, etc), having her belly scratched, eating cat litter, eating cat food, eating pot plants, eating in general, persistently trying to befriend a grumpy elderly cat who is generally less than amused, and fighting off attacks from Killer plastic Evian bottles...

Its been fun so far if not absolutely bloody knackering. And messy.

No doubt you will hear lots more about Plop in the coming weeks, months and years. Afterall, a puppy is for life, not just for temporarily amusing blogging material.