Meet the Stinkweasels

20160317_160256.jpgThese are the stinkweasels. They are officially ferrets, and have been called many things. My affectionate name for them is stinkweasels. If you ask my granddaughters, they are hamsters. (Due to one time apartment living where hamsters were landlord permissible, stinkweasels, not so much.)

But mostly because for the past year, they have boarded here. Migrant ferrets. My daughter and grandgirls came for an extended stay last spring. With these little faces in tow. When the girls left, there was no room in the truck for this pair. (Or on the subsequent trips) And mostly, because I have to clean their abode when the scent overwhelms the mudroom (often) and every dang time I do, one of these rascals manages to pull a Houdini and lead me on a merry chase.

While they love to be held and cuddled, when the feet hit the floor, it’s game on. I spent 40 minutes today chasing that little masked bandit on the left there. Up, down around, over and under all the assorted flotsam and jetsam and feed bags in my mud room. I’m too old for this crap. The other one was watching intently, unable to find whatever half inch crevice her partner in crime Shawshanked his way through.

Ever heard a ferret laugh? Stinkweasels.



Author: The Fun E Farm

We're a family in a tiny map dot called Frankford, DE, on 8 acres. I read waaaay too many homesteading books and articles and my heart's definitely in the right place, although it's not always commensurate with the ages old battle between the ambitions of a mere human versus the time on one's hands and the capabilities they possess. This blog is designed to chronicle our search for sustainability and sanity (which I'm not quite sure we ever possessed to begin with), working with what we have and whatever else we can put our broke-ass hands on. Now the disclaimers: If things that happen on a farm offend you, (i.e. POOP, the use of food animals for (gasp) food, birth, death, hunting, fishing, the occasional use of colorful (to put it politely) language, the participation of tiny humans in all of the above) well, then, suffice it to say, this may not be the place for you to spend any leisure time. This blog is not intended to be an instructional tool on how to do things correctly. More often, I can assure you, it will be more of a shining example of the "stuff we tried that was an epic failure of disastrous and occasionally comedic proportions" variety. If you haven't clicked the little "x" at the top right yet, read on, brave soul! Welcome to our crazy family!

10 thoughts on “Meet the Stinkweasels”

  1. Obviously they need exercise. You need to get someone (not you, you have too many other important things to take care of) to construct a system of tubes for them to run through. Your youngest will love watching them. (So will you!)

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    1. They’ve got a monstrous multi level cage over 5 ft high, and my youngest takes them out to play with them in his room and let them romp often in a dog and cat free zone. They just love to run from me. It’s a ferret game, I think…lol Yesterday’s fun stopped when I got smart enough to sit on my butt with a treat bag and the little bugger climbed right up on my lap. I wasn’t playing tag anymore. The game lost its fun factor, I guess πŸ™‚ I’m just mad I spent 40 minutes not being smarter than the ferret.


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