Memorable reindeer: Porjus

Time for another installment of our – rather sporadic – memorable reindeer series. This time it is Porjus’ turn for stardom!

What a handsome chap!

Back in 2004, we imported a batch of male reindeer, mostly calves and yearlings, from Sweden in order to bring in new bloodlines, and one of these yearlings was Porjus. He was named after a settlement up inside the Arctic circle in northern Sweden just north of the town of Jokkmokk, where our founder Mikel Utsi was from. His name was pronounced ‘porr-e-us’, though we frequently referred to him as ‘Gorgeous Porjus’, sounding the ‘j’ so the words rhymed!

Porjus, at the farm not long after he arrived from Sweden. He’s around 1 and 3/4 years old here.

By the time I started here in late 2007, Porjus was an adult and had just been used as a breeding bull in his second rut, going on to breed during the next three ruts too, his last crop of calves born in 2011. His genetics remain in the herd today, most prominently through the descendants of his daughter Chelsea (who include the lovely Winnie, Zap, Diamond – and somewhat less lovely Pumpkin (a reindeer with a serious attitude issue!)) and daughter Jenga, whose son is Jelly. Whilst Porjus fathered lots of offspring over the years, not every calf survives long term, but some of his better known male offspring were Gnu, Topi, Horse, Origami and Svalbard, though these lads didn’t follow in dad’s hoofprints and breed themselves.

Strutting his stuff in the 2010 rut, with Joni and Fiddle behind.

Porjus was a big, bulky reindeer, the ‘normal’ (average) colour for a reindeer, but with a distinctive paler forehead. Throughout each summer he always got incredibly fat – there was never any issue with his appetite – so much so we once tried to put him on a diet briefly (with hopeless results), but it never really mattered as bulls lose a lot of weight during the rutting season. A fat bull at the start of the rut is one that will go into winter in at least ok condition, as opposed to being underweight by the time the rut is over and winter arrives.

Fast asleep – saving his energy for the upcoming rut. Look at that belly!

Looking at our database, Porjus’ entry includes notes saying ‘A friendly boy’ and ‘well behaved during the rut’, and I certainly never remember being particularly wary around him during the autumn, though obviously we always give any bull a lot of respect at this time. Grandson, Jelly, would have done well to have considered Grandpa Porjus’ gentlemanly tendencies though – we planned to breed from him (Jelly) in 2023 and by less than halfway through the rut had changed our minds and castrated him instead!

Porjus’ grandson Jelly, looking like butter wouldn’t melt…

It is pretty unusual for a mature breeding bull to die in early autumn as they are in robust health ahead of the rut. However, Porjus did just that, dying extremely suddenly in September 2011 from an unknown cause (most probably tick-related), much to our dismay. However, whilst he left his mark in the form of his genetics in the last 20 years’ worth of reindeer born into our herd, he’s left another legacy too.

His is the incredible huge head in our Exhibition, gazing serenely over the thousands of people that come through our doors every year. Early autumn is the time of year reindeer look at their absolute best, with fresh thick winter coats and full grown antlers stripped of their velvet skin, so we therefore took the opportunity to have his head taxidermied. The only other taxidermied bull head we have hangs in Tilly’s house, having been brought from Sweden by Mr Utsi back in the 50s. For the last 14 years he and Porjus have gazed at each other across the room, but Porjus is so beautiful it would have been a waste for him to remain at the farm with hardly anyone seeing him.

So Porjus has found his rightful place back here at the Reindeer Centre – he was always a handsome lad during his lifetime, and now he is an awe-inspiring sight with his majestic look and his enormous antlers. I’m glad I knew him, and I’m glad to be able to admire him every time I come to work still.

Hen

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