• DAY 194: BACK TO THE UK ONLY TO FLY OUT TO INDIA (again)

    Apr 7th

    Purely for illustrative purposes only. This is NOT my photo (c. S-L Burton) nor is it snowing this much in London, nor is it probably taken in London. But it HAS been snowing. Sort of. And London has dangerous wildlife.

    Back to the UK. Shit it’s been cold here. Snowing!! But wonderful to be home with A,B and M – long cuddles in bed with all of them

    I’m barely back on UK soil and I’m off to India. I’m going to work with wild animals and possibly looking at the illegal wildlife trade.

    (btw two of those initials are dogs before you think I’m more of a man than I am)

    As much as I want to spend all my time working with pooches the purpose of this year was to help all animals. I am not forgetting Mango or the Galgos (or any of the animals) but I need to move on. Sorry, dog lovers.

    rescued 'dancing bears' at Agra, courtesy of Wildlife SOS

    Not so cold. Rescued ‘dancing bears’ at Agra, courtesy of Wildlife SOS

    The idea, if you remember, is to break the year into three parts:

    1- Helping DOMESTIC animals (that’s been dogs…which aren’t always domestic, but still)

    2- Helping WILD animals (I’m now way past a third of my year)

    3- Helping FARM animals (that’s going to be tough)

    But before I tell you about India and the bears (and I’m going back to the North not Kerala where I was before) I’m going to do a little HALF YEAR REVIEW in my next blog. Crap, I’m past the 6 months line already

    – What have I learnt  – if anything?

    – Have I really helped ANY animals?

    – Have I changed at all?

    – Do I still eat meat?

    – Do I still have an income?

    – Do you care?

     

    Weird to be home

    It’s so easy to forget all the suffering when you return home. A hug, a gin and tonic and a rerun of the ‘Bachelor’ on the ipad, America’s most intellectual offering. Ahhhh.

    We have plastic film stretched tight across all of our windows because it so cold in the house.  I saw a fly trapped between the plastic and the window pane.

     

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    ‘Just leave it Martin, it’s happy in there’ said Ann with a sigh.

    ‘ I’m going in.’

    ‘Oh, jeez’

    I cut a thin slice down the middle of the taught thermal plastic  with some scissors and it immediately went limp. Cold air rushed into the room and ann sighed some more. I put my arm into the plastic, ripping it further but the fly went deeper. I cut some more plastic from the other end, destroying the insulation and finally rescued the beast, putting it in glass with a bit of old nectarine and a postcard on top.

    ‘A nectarine! Oh my god. They life for like 24 hours or something’ said Ann.

    ‘I want to give it a good life’

    Not long after taping up the window with scotch tape so that the front of our house looks like people have thrown bricks through the window I saw Bug chewing something. Out of his black mouth dropped a little black fly. He looked at me innocently.

    Why do I always have to resort to saving bloody insects when I come back to the UK? Where are the elephants of Hackney when you want them??

    NEXT BLOG: MY 6 MONTH REVIEW. HOW HAVE I DONE?  I SHALL SUBMIT MY MORAL PROFIT AND LOSS TO MY SHAREHOLDERS FOR REVIEW.

     



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    One Response to “DAY 194: BACK TO THE UK ONLY TO FLY OUT TO INDIA (again)”

    1. I’ve heard that taping bubble-wrap to the windows works very well for insulation too. 🙂

      OH dear, the poor fly met an ugly demise in the end. While I don’t generally rescue flies in the house, I do rescue spiders, moths, and lizards.

      Good luck in India! 🙂

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