Skippy was a member of a litter that my friend, Fred; said I could have the first pick.
  Fred has a large cages in his garden, with various amounts of ferrets in them. On this occasion there where two litters. One mother was quite happy to let the kits roam about. The other mother would collect up her kits and take them back to the nest box. She would return a kit, and another would get out. Eventually she returned them all and stood in the entrance block in the kits.
 Skippy seemed to be the root cause of unrest in the litter, always on the move and crying out. When I picked him up Fred noticed he had a big head, so I selected him.
 I took Skippy home at 10 weeks, and when I put him in his cage he would cry out, because he wanted attention and probably missed his siblings. Soon he grew  to be one of my larger ferrets; docile and easily handled.
Christmas 2000, I had a surplus of turkey, so I fed the ferrets with it. Skippy liked that. On one occasion he was playing with a toy, I gave him a piece of turkey; shrieking as he snatched at it,  he bit my fingers. Subsequently I became more cautious.
He was often robbed of his treats by Toby or Sandy, they ate faster than him.