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Rattus Norvegicus: also my favourite album by The Stranglers.
St James Park in central London also allows close up viewing of our friendly domestic rats underneath the bridge over the lake. You can also see plenty of that traditional British bird the parakeet while the local fox is sometimes seen in warmer months sunbathing on the grass amongst the picnickers or making a celebratory appearance on the news as it wanders down Downing Street. Unfortunately herons can also be spotted along with the pigeon eating pelicans
More Critical Rat Theory propaganda.
You should have stopped off in Brookmill Park back when your 47th birthday bus ride passed by, you'd've loved South London's Rat Park franchise
Thanks for this morning’s chuckle fest!
‘Im indoors will be wandering along to the local reserve later, to check on the rat count. As for herons, they have their own island, so there’s always plenty of them about.
For reasons too complicated to explain, we found ourselves navigating the Sunbury Cross underpass last weekend. The rats added a certain something to the grim experience.
In spite of herons, what a great park. Thanks for showing us.
I had visitors in my (rather cluttered) back yard recently. 'What's that noise?' exclaimed the lady, as a scuttling broke out under a pile of scrap metal. 'Errr...there've been squirrels lately'.

Later I saw the rat (for that what who it was) running along the fence about 3 feet behind her chair. But luckily she was facing me and tucking in to a scone with jam and cream.

(The squirrel - which had been living in my chimney and being a real noisy thug about it - may be deceased. This judging by the number of bluebottles I had to draw out of the room at the chimney base with an open window and a bright light outside, each night.)

Such is the inner-city safari :-)
I do wonder if trying to control a rat population in an open area like that is rather futile, though I doubt London Network for Pest Solutions would ever admit that to the local council.

...and I'm rather fond of herons, so leave off!
Don’t try feeding rats in Crystal Palace Park. The crows swoop down and grab the food before the poor rat has a chance.
You can try all you want to tempt us into the great outdoors but it won't work on me. I can get all that from home. Well, apart from the geese and the swan. Oh and that heron.
A couple of years ago we were so lucky. One used to visit us each night at our home. So engrossed were we, we would lift up floorboards so that we could get a peek of him.

The nice man from the council said he was probably disturbed by the nearby building work and chose to visit us. As we had a small hole in our outer wall our furry friend had the fun of popping up in different places when he discovered small holes in the inner wall. Rats owe a lot to builders who don't properly seal up gaps.

The man from the council gave us food we could lay down for our new visitor. He then suggested a change of diet as our rat was probably bored and suspicious of his previous meals.

Sadly one day he died. We only knew because of the pungent smell. The nice man from the council suggested we put him in two rubbish bags and placed him in the rubbish bin. It seemed only fitting that a creature who probably enjoyed a lot of his life visiting piles of rubbish would be consigned to the great council rubbish heap before his subsequent cremation at the incinerator.
A few weeks ago I saw a seagull in smartest Bloomsbury, flapping around with a dead starling in its mouth. Nature is wondrous.
Brilliant! I think Rat Park deserves a Brown Flag Award.
I never see rats living here in rural France, or actually, foxes. Mice, shrews, squirrels, martens (heard, not seen), and hares and occasional deer mostly.
One of those Rat Park herons visited my garden and scoffed my beloved goldfish.
Yesterday I was absolutely delighted to see one of our fine garden rats had learnt a new trick - climbing up the trellis to sit on the wall and peer cheekily at us through the living room window.

Less of a delight was watching one of its unfortunate playmates being eaten by a couple crows on the roof of the house behind while we too were tucking into our own meal last month!
I used to have pet rats. They were called Guinness and Peabody.
Those rats are just waiting to take over the world when Johnson has f*d it up enough that life as we know it no longer exists...
Of course there are many other Rat Parks in London. At our local one the well-loved members of subspecies Columba livia domestica are at risk from the cruel unsporting divebombing attacks from the top of the electricity pylon, by a vicious Falco peregrinus.
I enjoyed this visit to your local Rat Park. There's a Rat Park near me as well, also with a similar set up - lake, geese, scratchy benches, hunched old lady feeding pigeons, and several of the finest happiest rats you could ever wish to see.
In my local park the herons eat as many duckling as they can get their beaks around.
They mostly come at night, mostly 🎥
Why are there so many rats in the last couple of years? I spent the first 44 years of my life without seeing a rat in the wild (well, park, street etc.), and then suddenly they are bloody everywhere










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