Over the years we’ve had exactly ten bush babies living with us. All fell out their nests and their mother’s refused to take them back. The first two were Binky and Binkus. Unfortunately they weren’t very strong to begin with and had been badly injured during their fall from the top of our roof and did not survive. Then along came Biscuit, Google and PJ. PJ is short for Perfect Jumper, which is completely ironic. He was the only bush baby we have ever had that would leap from his Read more →