In loving memory of Whitey - R.I.P., my darling

Heartbroken. Monday, July 1st, was the last time I saw my Whitey. When I came to the park on Independence Day, and the day after, Whitey remained absent. And today I had to learn that Whitey has passed away. I also learned that Whitey was the mommy, and not the daddy as I thought, of the babies who have that same light coloration. I've seen three of them, among some other, brown and black babies.

This is a compilation of some precious moments with Whitey, ending with her legacy, one of her adorable babies.




I should have known... Whitey would always come to find me. On Monday she had already returned to the little island in the artificial lake where they have their home, about 10 yards across the water. I then found another apple in my backpack that I had overlooked, and I held it up and called, "Whitey, I found another apple!"
And immediately she came swimming back over - Whitey understood. While she was sitting by the edge of the pond,eating the apple, I touched my face to her back, even though her fur was all wet, having just climbed out of the pond, and I gave her a little kiss and told her, "I love you, Whitey."
Just because I felt like it. I had no idea it was the last time. She then plopped back into the pond and just swam around a bit, looking quite happy in doing so.

So far, only one of her babies will come close to me, along with one black and two brown ones. The one of Whitey's is the one seen in the end of the video. When I was sitting by the pond crying this evening, Sleepy-Eyes, as I call this baby, came to me and climbed on my knee for a moment, as if to comfort me. And it's great comfort indeed that the babies are there.
I met an older couple there, who told me about Whitey. They said they're coming frequently to feed them too, along with a kind lady who even comes every day. They had called Whitey by the name Bianca.
They brought them a lot of food, but they always scatter it on the lawn. I'm probably the only person who will sit on the lawn and hand-feed them, as everyone else is scared of their bites. I came away with another little bleeding scratch that I hadn't even noticed when it happened. It's worth it to me, I always loved it when Whitey would sometimes sit on my legs. Now sometimes the babies will.

Brown Jenkins: Babies getting bolder

Guess who I celebrated the 4th of July with!

The big, dark guy sitting right by my knee in the start is Bumpy. I named him so for the little bump in his tail. He's a rough guy who can be very aggressive, more than once have I been bleeding from his bite. But I've also touched my face to his soft fur when he's placid.




There were a number of babies around again, not all of them dare to come close to me yet, but more and more of them do. Only one of the two white ones, the smaller one, one brown one, and since today, the bigger one of the black babies, who in the end even tugs on my sandal. I can see them growing up before my eyes... The tiniest black one is a new baby, he didn't dare come close to me yet, but as can be seen toward the end, he takes no shit from his bigger sibling. Sleepy-eyes Baby Whitey was this tiny when I first saw him, and was very shy then. Now he (or she?) comes to me, but is already a good bit bigger. Sadly I learned they live only 6 years. I didn't see big Whitey today, which always has me worried. I held back two apples for him but ended up taking them back home, after riding around the lake, unsuccessfully looking for Whitey. I hope I'll see him again soon.

Sleepy eyes baby

My sharkies after the feeding frenzy. LOL Big Whitey had already left. But Baby Whitey can still be seen, so, so adorable with that kind of sleepy look. Big Whitey has it too, I think due to the light pigmentation their eyes are probably more sensitive to light than those of the brown ones. Of course the brown ones are adorable too, the babies and the big ones. I love them all so much!

I'm aware that all of my latest blog posts have been about these little furry friends of mine. What's with this new obsession? Well, seems it just happened. It's the one thing that gives me joy, while I can't physically be with my Master, while I'm so lost and alone in this life; at least I can be with them. They have soft fur, and adorable little hands with agile little fingers to grasp with; I like it when they tug on me. I like their appearance as of big, feisty rats with orange teeth, while being very clean animals. Unlike dogs they don't smell bad (nor do they drool nor have slobbery tongues); even that time when big Whitey peed on my leg I was surprised, I had anticipated to be stinking like dog piss then, but to my relief there was no bad smell at all, it was like just a little pond water. They also can't have fleas since they spend a lot of time swimming in the water. They can dive for 10 to 20 minutes at a time. With their webbed hind feet they're fast swimmers, as can be seen in the video. Unlike muskrats, who use their vertically flattened (somewhat eel-like) tails for propulsion, the nutrias use their feet. For this reason it's fortunately not such a big deal for big Whitey to have lost most of his tail (about 3 quarters), at first I thought this must slow him down a lot, but no, it's just that Whitey is laid-back and not in a hurry most of the time. When he wants to he can swim just as fast as the others.

Here's still a few baby photos.

Midsummer & Whitey's babies

Last time at the park when I first saw one of Whitey's babies I came from the gym and didn't have my cam with me. It was on Friday, and I would celebrate the Midsummer Night, with a ritual and another letter dedicated to my highly adored Master.
Saturday was terrible. It could have been such a beautiful summer night, and I went out to the woods at night to spend some peaceful time there, while some idiots in my neighborhood were having a noisy party all night long.
Fireflies were swarming. But sadly, no peace was to be found anywhere, as it wasn't only in my neighborhood, but there seemed to be campsites with extremely noisy rave parties everywhere, even by the tiny Jewish cemetery up the hill, as well as further into the woods, the extreme noise terror was everywhere, braindead assholes screaming and all.

Sunday then I only did my workout and tried to recover my wrecked nerves. It would have been a bad idea to ride to the park on a Sunday, because it gets crowded there on weekends too. So I went again today instead and brought my cam, and I found Whitey right away. A little boy was there too, trying to feed the animals, but he wasn't much of a nuisance at all. I think it was the same boy I already met at an earlier occasion. And he was wearing shorts with sharks all over them, which I also appreciated. LOL

Then I went over to the place where I had seen Baby Whitey on Friday, and it was there again - and another one! Both the same pale color as big Whitey, who also would soon come swimming over once more, and I managed to snap this adorable photo of him and Baby Whitey together.

I also recorded some video sequences. The babies are very shy, and only the slightly bigger white one would take carrots from my hand. The brown baby wasn't bold enough - but very well bold enough to try and steal the carrot from the white one. The babies don't have an easy time. None of the adults would ever share any with them, but in the contrary, they would sometimes push them around or steal a carrot I meant to give the baby, as seen in the video. It's not quite as extreme as for sharks, who have to fend for themselves from the moment they are born, but not far from it. I read that they're nurtured for five days, after which they for the most part survive on their own.

I had bought a 2 kg pack of carrots on the way; after about 2 hours at the park there was nothing left!
Which means you lose carrots at a rate of about 1 kg per hour when you go there. LOL Which depends, of course, on the number of dinner guests, in today's case about a dozen in all. So worth it; with my Brown Jenkins (and white ones) is the best place to be!

Another afternoon with Whitey

Two more of my Brown Jenkins had been dining with us in the start, one of whom can be seen sitting by the edge of the pond in the start of the video. In between, we got bothered by a very angry and obtrusive swan who hissed and pecked at us. Maybe he also wanted some carrots, I don't know. But when he pecked at the nutrias, and the brown one got scared and jumped away, I got really pissed off myself and told the swan to fuck off, shooing him back into the water until he swam away. I'm very protective of my little furry friends.


Then by the end it was just Whitey and me. He was very sweet, he almost climbed onto my shoulder at one point. He bit my nose a little, but not hard at all. LOL

I got babies...

I usually can't stand babies, but that goes for human ones. These here are adorable!



Can you tell most of these are little ones? Cutest babies in the world! One came to me, stumbling into a daisy. So sorry I once more had no apples left by then.

When Whitey peed on my leg

I didn't catch the scene when it happened. It was just after, toward the end of the video, Whitey was resting his little hands on my leg while eating the carrot, being so adorable. Having finished the carrot he turned around and peed on me. LOL