What BEing in 'nature' for your mental elf is REALLY 'for''

 6 Feb 2026


not ready until 1900



Even if this 'parable' has been on my todo list as the starting point in the 'sequence' for near enough a decade.

 And indeed it is those who sadly haven't been through the FULL nature 'cure' / obstacle course / defenestration (the real version of how to have your ego dug out of your chest with a JCB and run over in front of you to make the point) / etc., that have caused one to be a decade late.

Righty ho now i have a wonderful decade long  chronicle of so many lovely nature pictures clips and audio recordings IN nature - the real version which is 10ish per sq km on average over a large area, observing the "bird" life, chasing it sometimes but at a safe distance, and all sorts of REAL beauty and rugged beauty  nature stuff. SO many gorgeous vistas and miscellaneous nature-rich days infact too many for one's own good... especially when one realises that much of the rest of this land, isn't.


But one very deep and meaningful 'parable', in an action,  set me off Boxing Day 2015, in such a good mood... or better put, in a real mood - feet on the ground even 'grounded as the faeries may say, certainly more "centred" than for some years... even if that is far too much a thing of the 'self' as "nature" isn't, and i can say that as I've probably lived innit and loved being innit and loved innit way more than even the average rural dweller... and have read ALL the right books from Maybe's scam one all the way back to Walden, and of course the Jenny come lately's  - they all seem to be, such as H is for Hawk  or as i prefer to think of it H is for Having a Moan at a Routine Life Event, and get paid well to do so... 

 I know that of all my so many events in nature, and so many long dull days one has to always find 'bounce' so as to get through a life in nature - working in it, too.... this one was the one above all is the one  that effected me body mind and mind body and soul...

It should be a parable in just a few lines but to attempt to at least bring the 'event' to life, here is some film and a few photos from autumn and winter 2015 ( a 'big' but ultimately  sad year for me otherwise; this one event  wasn't sad - but would have i well know sucked the very life out of many) 


So.... over many years - twenty i guess, having first one ferret then many others via sex which animals love to have (and Americans can't even use as a word in public why they invented 'gender' )  and ONLY for my daughter but also over the years so many other children who would visit us FOR the ferrets, there have been various arrangements for their  accommodation.

The final and in fact  best of all was merely one quite small old post box  in a large  pen  with all sorts of play-toys and ramps. This in and of itself is a minor parable in that if you knew the personality  of ferrets you would assume that a medium sized cage - say a meter square, with a sleeping area in a corner, and as one does with ferrets regular forays out into the house or some other larger exercise space,  would cause them to be most zenned.  A not zenned ferret can get a bit nippy. They have complex emotions in fact and can go months pretending to not be nippy and then one day turn on you - or your finger. 

The first time we built a large (multi-storey) pen  


https://www.wonkyquantum.com/  - one of my first performatative meditative  zenart projects that's far more interesting than the 100s of hours of film of nothing apparently happening  as once the last iteration was built i noticed that the robin would come and pinch the ferrets' food ...however..it almost seemed to have a sixth sense as to whether or not the ferrets were up and awake and only come when they were fast asleep and the coast was clear... as their sleeping place was quite tightly closed off by them - hay built around them, it couldnt be through watching from afar; it almost seemed something magical. SO i just decided to film the setup for hours on end and see if anything could be captured that was fun...


Please don't dwell there - you could be there for weeks, but not that i care, or think like that, there is no viewer advantage to me, Who knows there may one day be advantage here at ralphschism youtube below.  


Anyway for various innocent reasons 2015 was one of those almost Rubicon years. 
Two years in the world's coldest built upon a swamp, swampy semi paradise and gradually one accepts it... as the walks from back door best for 100 km..
Nevertheless all minor aggros accepted such as the need to get out ones books for a warming and drying in the sun every couple of years or they go mouldy, too...



 

But everything so fabulously ship shape at last its daft..







Pied Piper operation back in action after five years down time..in the abyss..
Even luring the only brown kid for many a km...



and one of his carers  - i make REAL "community" happen despite them...
as all  woes and worries and wankin suspended when you get to ferrets are fun towers...



but the cages are getting a little worn and wonky... 
Sometimes it's necessary to have a couple of cages on the go such as when one is podding... 



so....action stations TOTAL rebuild rethink bourgeois deluxetime...


















 




 




so, one December day all is so so well this LOVELY warm last few months, way above average ... even the gorse is still in bloom 


!what...!!" (quietly real zenned peeps never shout) 












And the real ego issue..

I had spent the last decade with my lass when we wandered country shows and even teasing quite properly the incomer ex Londoners all fussy " " ehh up... ferrets are multi purpose, and proper country peeps know their other use which is in olden days bags of ferret poo were sold at markets as one cast iron rule of nature..is that rats NEVER EVER go anywhere EVER near ferrets or ferret poo..it is impossible...and us real country peeps use that old wives one to keep the many rats up in the woods of any Woodlanders setup... away!" 

And am proven 100% wrong... fiveish minutes in 



(and obviously rattus had also dug a tunnel UNDER the well made concrete new floor and into the pen so so so secure as a  high security gaol.... so ferrit can, use it to go ...walkies.. and they never return and not taught out in the wilds to hunt by mum or dad when yoof always starve to death.... )







chancing upon the ratman at the other rats den a few weeks later, the COOP 
" so whats occuring...!?

" such a  warm winter they have had an extra litter this year they would never usually and as the late litter matures and leaves the nest December ... theres nothing for them to eat all the berries and seeds rotten away ....so..." 




whats that stupid thing on their bags eat drink sleep repeat...
no sleep for the person living in nature as was so hoped for....repeat.. the whole damn process... 

 no matter how miffed you feel.
And guess what you feel ... better when you accept the LESSON  - the only one, nature teaches us, as the only gift from it there really is...: we are not in control...
anything can happen.

And you just have to persist, and keep it all in perspectiveand i bet the fuckers would eat through perspex too...so good job i salvaged at huge effort all those glass sheets that some towny was going to chuck in the dump cos she wasnt satisfied with the conservatory she already had and had stood fine for decades...