2nd March 2025

Spring has arrived, and the day dawned bright and frosty. It was to be a wonderful sunny day, with the wolves' coats looking magnificent in the light. We got a good look at those coats, too, as the Beenhams were taken out for a walk. This time Tsa (director of the Trust) joined us for a while, and we set out around the back fields, stopping briefly to make a fuss of the wolves. They were their usual selves, having a good old sniff as we went round and, of course, investigating anything smelly - first sniffing, then pawing, and ultimately rolling. The ground became squelchy as we approached the Bourne, at the bottom of the field, and there were mud deposits from when the stream was running much higher. There were plenty of deer hoofprints, too, and the wolves had a good sniff. Nuka then went into the stream, pawing delightedly at the water - he exuded bonhomie as he looked up at us, soaking wet.

The wolves went into the pond (the water levels being quite high), and again Nuka pawed a bit, sloshing arcs of water into the air. We then meandered around the bottom of the field, the wolves relishing the various new smells since the last time they were out. They were all very relaxed, and it was a far cry from the old days where the wolves became a bit tense due to the breeding season.

Eventually we returned to the enclosure and popped the wolves back inside. There was a short break, during which time the webcam was sorted out - it's back online, and gives a view into the Arctics' enclosure.

It was then feeding time for the wolves, the usual mix of chicken, beef, paunch and sardines. The kites flying overhead thought it was feeding time too, and they swooped low to try and grab some of the wolves' food. This is one of the side effects of feeding the wolves by the fence line, as any food dropped is harder for the kites to reach.

We then went in with the wolves for a bit, with all three Beenhams coming and going, and both Tala and Tundra giving their trademark neck rubs to the volunteers. One of the things we do when we're in the enclosure is examine the wolves for ticks, lumps, etc, and this time Nuka took it as an invitation to play - he suddenly zoomed off at full pelt, galloping off around the mound. It was a reminder of how even coming up to 14 years old, the wolves still have a joie de vivre about them.

The day then came to a close, as we bade farewell to the wolves, gave them a dried lambs' ear each (which prompted much rolling with the Beenhams), and headed off in our separate directions, having had another fun day at the Trust.