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Reisverslag Diddy tufted ducklings
11 oktober 2015
Diddy tufted ducklings
Firstly, Mack is doing great again. He's just gambolling about in the water, gnawing on his fish. I'm very relieved that he's feeling better, he didn't look all too well last week. Also, Dora and McDonald are growing up! Dora, who is a little loose-wired (and therefore a wee bit special), has figured out that you have to enter two doors to enter the enclosure. Inbetween these doors is a small space, serving as a buffer in case a fox passes through. This was the case with Dora, before I had noticed it she was in the buffer space. Took me ten minutes to chase her out, after which she just started chasing her tail for a bit. McDonald, on the other hand, tried to eat my scarf. He has gotten about ten times more curious than he was before (which is saying something), and even though he inadvertently tried to choke me he's still adorable. Fred and George were more friendly as well. Fred claimed my left forefinger as his, he couldn't stop marking it with his scent (no, he didn't pee on me, foxes' scent glands are at the back of their mouths, next to their teeth, so he's been basically nibbling on my finger for ten minutes today). George (another special fox) stuck his head out of the bushes unexpectedly to look at us with his head turned sideways like he didn't quite understand what was going on, but usually he doesn't even come out of his shelter so it was wonderful seeing him!
Secondly, so many things are being released this week! We had four tufted ducklings who came here when they were about an inch tall and covered in fluff. Today, when they were released, they were almost fully-grown. They are one of the most adorable creatures on the face of the earth I have ever seen. One of them has just started to grow his tuft, and the three hairs on his head are too cute for words. I'll never forget their floppy feet flopping away from you as you refill their dog tub, their stares when you replenish their food and their squeaks as they call out when you open the enclosure. As for the fox cubs that have been released today as well, I'll miss them significantly less. Even though they look incredibly cute, they just poop everywhere (and I mean everywhere - even in their food bows). Today I found three of the cubs cuddling together on top of their shed, and I have to admit that my heart almost melted. They're so fluffy and diddy and ginger..
I have come to realize that wood pigeons and feral pigeons - even though being eejits - are far less scary than pouter pigeons. Now, I can almost hear you think - how can pigeons be scary? Well. they can be when they grab hold of the skin between your thumb and forefinger when you try and replenish their food and won't let go, they become scary really fast. I mean ,wood pigeons and feral pigeons will just hit your hand with their wings and have a peck at your hands, but won't grab hold of any skin. Pouter pigeons are a human-bred race of pigeons, and because of over-breeding they have become quite violent, and unfortunately quite big.On the bright side, I'm not scared of chickens anymore!
And for the school stuff:
The problem I've come across this week is that there is a violent pouter pigeon in the main hospital. I have solved it by deciding to not work in the main hospital anymore until he's gone - or ask someone else to feed him.
One of the more useful activities I've done this week is admitting a patient. It was late at night, around 10PM, and someone came in with a pigeon. Since my supervisor was on vacation and the late shift had already ended, the job of admitting him fell onto me. It was quite a challenge to make sure you have all the information, that you ask for it politely, and that you write it down correctly. This particular pigeon came from the city of Glengarnock, and as I had just woken up I had no idea how to spell it. I asked - politely - for the woman to spell it, and making sure it's written down correctly proved harder than expected. In the end, we got there though. I am quite proud of my "perfo)rmance" in this situation, because everything seemed to go well - I had all the information I needed (correctly spelled and all) without asking twice.
Another challenging experience I've had this week challenged my listening skills in particular. I have a colleague who is born and raised on the countryside here. His accent is so thick, that if you wouldn't know it was English he spoke, you wouldn't understand a thing he said. For example, he calls a cow (/kou/) a "coo" (/koo/). When he said this for the first time, I hd no idea what he was talking about. Anyway, I went on a rescue with this guy and he had to repeat his instructions thrice before I understood them completely. We had a good laugh about it, but it did teach me that I'm going to have to be able to understand these kinds of accents as well. Being here and talking to him a lot will hopefully help me learn this quicker.
My word list:
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13 oktober 2015 14:00 | Door: JB
I'm in desperate need for a picture of a tufted duckling! :-)
I must say I do wonder about your'schoolstuff'.....
13 oktober 2015 14:03 | Door: Saskia
If only I knew how to include pictures on thus website haha.
What do you mean you're wondering about my schoolstuff?