Nature works but the nurture is up to you

I sat on the patio enjoying my coffee. In the background, from my revamped hutches, the squeaks and squeals pierced through the birdsong. My two ferrets, Merrin and Sandy, had given birth to what will hopefully become the next generation of my grafters.

Due to a few ferrety bereavements, I have been left with a smaller, more mature squad than I would have liked. I have therefore imposed a lot of pressure on myself to mix in some more quality. My ferrets don’t understand this, of course, they simply