ZP Week Eight: Fatalities and Failed Feedings

After saying in my last blog that I hadn’t seen the pox seal or the one with the neck wound (Draal) that was how I started my week. Lucifer is the one with pox and despite the name is incredibly cute and sweet.

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ZP Week Seven: Seal Dreams and Several Showers

I had my first ‘seal dream’ last night – I was wandering around the visitor centre on my day off and when I looked into Bi-Bu and saw that there were at least 20 new tiny white grey seal pups. My reaction was a mixture of ‘omg so cute’ and horror at how much work feeding them and looking after them as they grew would be.

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ZP Week Six: Extracurricular Activities

While the work in seal care is always interesting and every day remains different with these charismatic animals, as time goes on there are of course fewer new experiences. Now I feel really settled. Two waves of new volunteers have arrived since I did and lots of people are leaving, so I am no longer truly new myself (although of course I am to those who have been here for years).

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ZP Week Five: The Grey Girl

Ranting to all of the feeders about how desperately I love grey seals has started to have the desired effect – I am now regularly sent to Vliehors to see my favourite babies, the moulted greys. This week, one of the other volunteers called me ‘the grey girl’.

Meanwhile, in Bi-Bu, they’re growing up fast!

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The Reluctant Release

10.30am today and I was off on my first release. It was just two seals being taken by a nurse and her extended family as a New Year’s get-together outing, plus me crashing. I’ve been reliably informed that releases are generally a ‘goodbye and thanks for all the fish’ situation, but Sjef and Cipri were not so excited to go home.

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ZP Week Four: Hand Feeding , Holding and Houdini

I’ve had a really amazing week here and feel like I’ve progressed a lot. In myself I can feel I’m more confident with the work and comfortable around the seals. I’ve also been trusted with a larger range of tasks and responsibilities (hmm, could it be connected I wonder…).

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So This Is Christmas…

… and what have you done?

What were you doing at 2pm on Christmas Day? If I were home, it would be about the end of a customary long dog walk. I would shower, maybe peel some potatoes if pressured, watch Christmas telly and generally wait for parental permission to drink wine and open presents (the relative importance of the wine and the presents has shifted over the years).

Today, I was at a seal necropsy, because nothing says festive like internal organs. But let’s start at the beginning.

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ZP Week Three: A Perfect Day

The days have all started to blur into one a little, even though they’re very different in the details. This week I had three ‘O’ (early) shifts and two ‘L’ (guess…) shifts.

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ZP Week Two: Highs and Lows

Now I’ve gotten through my first full working week here, I’m beginning to find my rhythm a little. I always think of the first week somewhere new as something of write-off as you’re always playing catch-up, learning where everything is and how everything works. The second week always seems to give me more time to settle, start building a routine of sorts, and work out my thoughts on things.

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Joline, Joline, Joline, Joline…

Yes, she is named after Dolly’s Jolene, but you can’t expect non-native English speakers to get the spelling right all the time.

The common wisdom here is that you will fall in love with the first seals you properly look after, and Pyza and Nessy from Quarantine 2 will always be special to me, but the true queen of my heart is Joline.

10/10 could steal your man

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