It all began when “The ewe, named Fiona, was first spotted by Jill Turner at the foot of a steep cliff in the Scottish Highlands [in the Moray Firth] in 2021”. There is an interesting string of events dating from 2021 when Jill Turner saw and photographed a ewe on a very small shingle “beach” while out kayaking. Two years she returned to the same spot and the sheep was still there. Luckily there was a small cave there that the sheep could take shelter in. Let me introduce a spoiler and report that the sheep finally has been rescued and is doing well. Below I have included three links telling some of the story. If after watching and reading my posting, you want to know the particulars, the internet is full of written ac outs, vids and interviews for you to peruse. The rescue: https://cdn.jwplayer.com/previews/PFzpcY4t The story, start to finish: Credit where credit’s due— the real hero, Jill Turner. She discovered the sheep later named Fiona. Perhaps without her kayaking, fotos and attention creating this lovely story may never have come to light. https://news.sky.com/story/britains...ped-rescue-her-from-life-of-solitude-13033968
Thanks for the heartwarming story Sjoerd! Yesterday I read the story of Valerie the dachshund, stranded on an island on the other end of the planet. Somehow she found more than enough to eat, during her long "Robinson Crusoe" adventure. https://www.theguardian.com/lifeand...dachshund-taught-us-how-to-survive-and-thrive
Daniel— what a great story. I enjoy reading nice stories in-between reading all the bad stories that are out there day after day. My thanks is great.
I have my own story In the 1980's I was working in the grounds of the law college in Guildford. 23 acres that used to be an estate with a manor house. There were 7 ornamental ponds on the side of on of the hills. The water was pumped up from the bottom one to the top and it cascaded down through the ponds to the bottom again. We had to do some maintenance to the pump which involved clearing years of debris and grass from the manhole cover to get to the sump it was in. When we opened up the cover there was an enormous frog sat on top of the ball cock. There was no way in or out for a frog so he must have swam through the grate as a tadpole and then got too big to get out the other side. I don't know how many years he'd been in there in total darkness with only the ball cock to get up onto, he must have been feeding on insects that had come through the pump? We took him out and sat him on the grass. He sat there for about half an hour as his eyes got used to seeing things, then he wandered off, presumably to find other frogs (It was right next to the bottom pond and that was full of frogs and newts.
When we opened the very heavy concrete cover on our Septic tank at our previous home, there was always at least one frog in there. No idea how they got in or how they survived living in s.... er sewerage.
Treefrogs often inhabit my rainwater tanks. I don't know how they get in there. I leave them be. In the summer, as the tanks dry out, I move the frogs to shady spots.
