Yesterday I took Ragnar out for a walk in the meadow. He has a little harness with a leash on it, but he doesn't like it. After awhile I took it off of him and he immediately bolted for the forest like a bat out of hell. If he once got in the woods I'd never find him. Fortunately one of the cats was laying in the grass dead ahead of him, and Ragnar had to stop and eyeball the cat, so I caught him. He had to have a bath, because he gets pine pollen on him out there and he's allergic to it. After all the excitement yesterday it will take him all day today to recover, so he is sleeping it off on the couch. As you can see, he is developing a bit of a weight problem, so I'll have to take him out more often but no more "trusting" him and taking off the harness.
Ragnar is the only one of my ferrets who likes to go outside. The others want no part of it.
This may be how he came to live with us, because I suspect he ran off from his original owners. He was found down in Florida at the apartment complex where my kids were living. The gardener found him, almost dead from dehydration and terribly sunburned. My daughter was known for taking in strays and finding homes for them, so the gardener took the moribund ferret to her. She nursed him back to health. To show his gratitude he tore holes in the carpet and gnawed through the kitchen cabinent walls under the sink. So he was transferred up here where there isn't a lot of damage he can do as long as he can't get to AK-47 recoil pads.
One thing about it, as long as you have ferrets you are never going to be lonely.