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This post is mainly to help other rescues, but I know a lot of you will be interested as well. This sweet boy is Merlin. Merlin self admitted, but aside from his scabby nose from a bit of ringworm, he appeared fine. But I knew by his behaviour that he was sick. Healthy hedgehogs don't self admit to a hospital pen. Especially boys at this time of year - they are out chasing girls.🥰 I tested his poo in the lodge, where he booked himself into an open pen, and it was clear. I admitted him into hospital where he stayed overnight and left me 6 lovely poo samples. Every single one was clear. And yet his behaviour, his aggitation, the way he dug the corners of the pen, even his smell, told me through years of experience that he was sick. So I started treatment anyway. And as his condition improved, as he became hydrated and nourished, and the first antiparasitic administered, just like magic the confirmation appeared! A diagnosis needs to be made on observed behaviour and history (either your own or of the finders); the poo sample is *confirmation of the diagnosis*. So a hedgehog making unhealthy breathing sounds but producing clear poo samples is still unhealthy. You can't always rely on a sick hedgehog to produce parasite larvae or eggs in their poo sample, for several reasons, but the main reason is: Parasites, like all living organisms, have to preserve energy in order to stay alive and thrive. So when they find themselves in a hostile environment - a host who has become starving and dehydrated - they reduce their energy expenditure by temporarily shutting down systems that are not neccessary for life, like reproduction. They stop laying eggs and go into a sort of stasis, until conditions become welcoming again. Also of course, parasites don't constantly churn out eggs. They have a reproduction cycle. So not every sample will contain eggs. It's so frustrating when people contact me saying they have been sent home with a hedgehog who is clearly in audible respiratory distress, because the poo sample the rescue took was clear. As for sweet Merlin - at first it was a trickle; his poo showed just a few parasites, so microscope samples had to be very carefully scrutinised. But very quickly it became apparent that this poor boy was in fact full of deadly fluke, lungworm, and roundworm. He's only on day 3 of his treatment, so is still very sick, but clever Merlin got himself the help he needed just in time.

In 600 AD, an English king wrote the first law in our language. He priced your thumb at 20 shillings and your finger at just 9. 🤯 He gave women the right to own property. 🇬🇧 He bound himself, the king, by the very first judgement. Six hundred years before Magna Carta. Three hundred years before England was a nation. His name was Aethelberht. King of Kent. He wrote it in English. Not Latin. Not the language of the Church. Around 90 judgements. From the hair on the head to the nail on the toe — every injury had a price. Knocking off a man's hat cost 6 shillings. Twice the price of a punch on the nose. 🎩 And then it did something extraordinary. ✨ A widow could keep half her husband's estate. She could leave with her children. She could choose. In the year 600. The original was lost. ⚖️ But one English monk at Rochester saved it in 1120. UNESCO calls it the birth of English as a language of the page. The English have been writing their own laws ever since. 🙏 If you want to preserve the past and help write the next chapter 👇 👉 proudofus.co.uk/support 👈 Be part of us. ☝️🇬🇧 Be Proud Of Us. 🙏🇬🇧

🇬🇧 Every car on the road today rolls on what a Belfast vet invented for his 9 year old son. In 1887, John Boyd Dunlop watched his son Johnnie come home from cycling with bruised wrists. Belfast was cobblestones. The solid rubber wheels on Johnnie's tricycle jarred every bone in the boy's body. His father refused to accept it. Dunlop was 47. A Scottish veterinary surgeon who'd built his life in Belfast. He had never designed a wheel. But he knew rubber. From horse harnesses. From surgical tubing. He cut a strip of rubber sheet. Sealed it into a tube. Filled it with air. Then he tested it. He rolled two wooden discs down the garden path. One fitted with solid rubber. One with his new air-filled tube. The solid rubber stopped first. The pneumatic kept rolling. He fitted them to Johnnie's tricycle. The boy rode the cobbles without pain. On 7 December 1888, Dunlop filed UK Patent 10607. The pneumatic tyre. Then came the twist. His patent did not hold. A Scottish engineer named Robert William Thomson had filed a pneumatic tyre patent in 1845. Over 40 years earlier. But Thomson had never built one. Never sold one. Never proved it could work. Dunlop's was the one the world used. By 1889 a factory had opened in Dublin. Cyclists rode further. Then the motorcar came. Every car. Every lorry. Every bus. Every bicycle on every road. All rolling on what a Belfast vet invented for his son. Dunlop sold the rights in 1896 for a modest sum. He never became rich from his name. He had not made the wheel for himself. He had made it for a child. He died on 23 October 1921. Aged 81. He was Scottish. He lived in Belfast. He was British. And he is one of many. We built the modern world. Wheel by wheel. Engine by engine. From a father watching his son. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Help us teach our children who created the modern world.🇬🇧 👇🙏 👉 proudofus.co.uk/support 👈 Be part of us. ☝️🇬🇧 Be Proud Of Us. 🙏🇬🇧

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🚨 BABY ALPACA VANISHES FROM SOMERSET PADDOCK WITHOUT TRACE Fears are growing for the welfare of a young alpaca who vanished from a secluded Somerset paddock almost a week ago, with his devastated owner now fearing he may have been stolen. Alpaca Banff, a ten-month-old black alpaca belonging to Tam Harrisson of Chapel Ground Alpacas, disappeared overnight from a private field near Goblin Combe close to the village of Cleeve. The young alpaca was last seen at around 9pm on Sunday, May 10, alongside three other alpacas in a paddock near Tam’s home. By the following morning, he had vanished completely. Despite extensive searches involving friends, neighbours and animal lovers combing woodland and steep-sided valleys around Goblin Combe, there has been no sign of Banff. “The gates were still shut, and there was no sign of him anywhere nearby,” Tam told Somerset Live. “If they get out and can’t get back in, they usually don’t go far at all.” As the days have passed without sightings, concern has shifted from the possibility of escape to fears the friendly young alpaca may have been taken. “What worries me most is that someone has come here and stolen him,” she said. Tam explained Banff is still small enough to be lifted into the back of a vehicle and warned that anybody keeping him without proper knowledge could place him at serious risk. “He’s due a shear now. In winter, he’ll need medication. He will be very, very distressed at being away from home and being away from his three friends,” she said. Alpacas are highly social herd animals and typically remain close to companions even if they escape enclosed fields. Tam said the complete absence of sightings, fleece caught on branches or even droppings has made the disappearance deeply unusual. Search teams have taken Banff’s fellow alpacas into surrounding woodland in the hope he might respond to their scent or calls, while feed buckets have been rattled across the combe in an effort to draw him out. “There’s been nothing,” Tam said. “He’s friendly, he’s used to meeting people, he’s curious and so lovely, so he will come over to someone if they say hello.” Chapel Ground Alpacas is well known locally for alpaca experiences and appearances at agricultural shows across the region. Tam has now appealed for anyone spotting an unfamiliar alpaca in fields around North Somerset, or anyone with information about Banff’s disappearance, to come forward. “I just fear the worst, that someone has taken him,” she said. “We really want him back.”

@Lemondrop49 @LanaManche25694 I got locked out my old account this is my second one so I'm looking for some like minded friends, I'll follow back.

@Lemondrop49 Following and reposted xx

@Ratchy_100 Oh, dear. So sorry to hear this. Thinking of you both and sending big hugs xx

Hello everyone, I just wanted to do an ‘update’, because although I’m still posting my Royal History content, I’m aware that I’m a lot quieter than usual and I’m taking longer to react and reply to the lovely comments left on my posts ♥️ Without going through all the ‘ins and outs’, the short version is, my pup (who is 8 and half but he’ll always be my pup) is now on palliative care 🥺 This isn’t for sympathy, but I’ve genuinely had the worst, 7 months of my life…starting in October with 9 weeks of pneumonia, followed immediately by the ankle injury. After 100 days of wearing the boot, that was removed on Monday 13th April, the pup then fell poorly the same week on the Thursday, and all the while in the background I’m still dealing with Parkinson’s. The pup is my world, and the one who keeps me going, day in day out, and I’m terrified of how I’m going to cope without him 💔 I know I don’t have to explain myself and my situation, and I know that you don’t expect me to, but I pride myself on being polite and if you’ve taken the time to read what I’ve written then the least I can do is thank you for doing so. Rachael ♥️♥️

@London_W4 Happy Birthday 🍻

I realise I’m spoiling you all already this morning with photos of me, but on this, my birthday, my other brother has just sent me these. Photographs of me in the glorious 1970s. Love them.

@H2RScotland Oh, he's so cute. Shared in the hope he finds his forever home. 🙏🐶

Can you please share for Walter to help him on his way, he is still waiting for a home. Walter is a 2 year 6 month old male English Bulldog. He is available and looking for a new home with someone who has experience of the breed. Walter would be best in a home with no children or other pets. He is chipped and neutered and healthy with no medical issues. Walter eats Royal Canin Adult English Bulldog dry kibble. He would be suited to a couple or someone on their own. With other animals or children he can be overwhelmed. At night he sleeps in his own crate. He is great in the car and registered at the vets. Walter loves bacon and cheese. He responds to basic commands and will pull on the lead to get the toilet. Walter can be left on his own but does take time to settle. He is shy when meeting new people. For more information or to offer Walter a new home please email info@help2rehome.com Sorry we are unable to accept messages to the page.

🦔This #EndangeredSpeciesDay, take action for hedgehogs. 📷 Add a wildlife-friendly corner in your garden 📷 Make gaps in fences to allow them to roam 📷 Avoid slug pellets & garden chemicals 📷 Check long grass before you strim or mow Every hedgehog saved really does matter.

🌿🇬🇧 Every spring, in some corners of 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿England🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿, a strange thing still happens. A priest walks through the streets in robes. Behind him, a group of children carry long willow wands taller than themselves. They stop at certain stones, certain trees, certain spots on the pavement. And they beat them. 🌳 This is a ceremony called Beating the Bounds. It is at least a thousand years old. A thousand years ago, there were no maps. The land was learned by foot. Anglo-Saxon villages walked their boundaries every spring to remember where their parish ended and their neighbour's began. A boundary that you had walked, you could remember. A boundary that you had beaten with a stick, you could remember even better. ⚖️ The ceremony had legal weight. If a parish boundary was disputed in court, men who had walked it as boys could give evidence. One man's seventy-year-old memory was enough to settle a parish lawsuit. 🔥 In 1645, Oliver Cromwell banned it. The Puritans thought the procession too Catholic. The Restoration brought it back. 📜 In most of England, the ceremony faded with the coming of accurate maps. But in certain places, it never stopped. At St Michael at the North Gate in Oxford. At All Hallows by the Tower in London. At Helston in Cornwall. At the Tower of London itself. In some parishes, the ceremony has been walked for over 600 years without interruption. The same parishes. The same boundary stones. The same willow wands. The same simple act of remembering where you are. ✍️ We did not need a state to teach us our land. We taught ourselves. 🇬🇧 The British write their own history. 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁷󠁬󠁳󠁿🍀 ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Help us remember who we are.👇🙏 👉 proudofus.co.uk/support 👈 Be part of us. ☝️🇬🇧 Be Proud Of Us. 🙏🇬🇧

🏛️⚖️ For a thousand years, the British people governed themselves without the state. This is how they did it. A thousand years ago in England, there were no police. There were no prisons. There was no central state strong enough to reach every village. And yet, somehow, England worked. The reason was something the Anglo-Saxons had built into the foundations of their society. They called it frankpledge. Every man in every village belonged to a group of ten. They were called a tithing. ⚖️ And each man, by law, was responsible for the conduct of every other man in his tithing. If one man committed a crime, his nine neighbours were responsible for bringing him to justice. If they failed, they paid the fine themselves. The whole tithing answered for the crime of one man. 📜 The system was given the force of law by King Canute, the Anglo-Danish king who united England in peace. Between 1016 and 1035, Canute decreed that every man over the age of 12 must belong to a tithing. When the Normans came in 1066, they could have abolished it. They did the opposite. William the Conqueror kept the Anglo-Saxon system. And he made it stronger. ⚔️ Twice every year, the Sheriff would arrive in the village. He would call the tithings together. He would check that every man was accounted for. This was called the View of Frankpledge. The system held England together for 300 years. And when the king's courts eventually grew to replace it, two pieces of frankpledge stayed behind. 🔥 The first became the jury. Twelve neighbours, called to judge another. The same idea, transplanted from the village to the courtroom. The second became the constable. The man chosen from among neighbours to keep the peace. Not imposed from above. Chosen from below. Modern British policing began here. The jury system began here. The principle that ordinary British people are responsible for ordinary British people began in an Anglo-Saxon village a thousand years ago. ✍️ For a thousand years, we have been responsible for each other. We do not need the state to teach us how to belong. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ This channel has no ads. No sponsors. No state funding. It is built the same way the tithing was built. By the people who choose to stand in it. Be part of us 🇬🇧👉 proudofus.co.uk/support 👈🇬🇧 Be Proud Of Us. 🙏🇬🇧

Please gave a read and RT. "Out in the day is not ok" is a well meant message, but at this time of year puts pregnant females who do venture out out in the day at risk of being whisked away from their newborns and causing their demise.

🇬🇧🔬 Open your kitchen drawer. Pick up a knife. The metal you are holding was invented by a Sheffield steelworker's son. His name was Harry Brearley. He was born in Sheffield in 1871. He left school at 12 and went to work in the same steelworks as his father. ⚙️ He educated himself in chemistry at night, by candlelight, in evening classes. By his early forties, he was running the Brown-Firth Research Laboratory. In 1912, the British military gave him a problem. Their rifle barrels were wearing out too quickly from the heat of repeated firing. They needed a steel that could survive higher temperatures. He was solving a different problem. On 13 August 1913, Brearley cast an alloy with 12.8% chromium. He took a polished sample. He left it on a workbench. Weeks later, he came back. 🔥 Every other sample had rusted. His one had not. A steel that would never rust. He took it to his employers. They were not interested. He took it to the Sheffield cutlers. They told him it could not be sharpened. The talk of the town was that Harry Brearley had invented a knife that would not cut. He persisted. ⚖️ He found a cutler called Ernest Stuart at the Portland Works who tested the steel with vinegar and lemon juice. The blade did not stain. Stuart suggested a new name for it. Not rustless steel. Stainless steel. Within a decade, Sheffield was the stainless steel capital of the world. Within a century, stainless steel was in every kitchen, every hospital, every operating theatre, every kitchen sink, every skyscraper, every spacecraft. 🚀 Harry Brearley never grew rich from his invention. He did not invent for money. He invented for the country. He died in 1948, still in Sheffield, still working class. ✍️ Every modern thing that does not rust began in a Sheffield laboratory. By accident. In the hands of a steelworker's son. 🇬🇧 The British write their own history. They always have. Help us remember who we are. Help us remember every British achievement. 👇🙏 👉 proudofus.co.uk/support 👈 Be part of us. ☝️🇬🇧 Be Proud Of Us. 🙏🇬🇧

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Okay @elonmusk .. WHERE THE HELL ARE MY BALLOONS 🎈 ..!!!!!

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