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Harry–whose mother, the renown Mrs.Tiggy-Winkle, told him not to worry–

“You have a way with you, Harry” she said  “doors will always open for you–you’re a lucky one….’

CAME BACK last night!

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Meredith was in the kitchen, taking a late phone call; I was in bed reading about the causes of the First World War!

We’d closed up for the night–all the doors to the house were shut.

She heard a noise over by the cat bowls. “Someone is having late night snack,” she thought.

Not one of the cats though–the young ones were outside, Pippa up on the bed with me.

“Crunch, crunch…”

She couldn’t quite see the bowl from where she was sitting, so she got up, phone in hand and there–cool as you like–was a hedgehog, tucking into the cat food.

They looked at each other in a shared moment of disbelief–before he dodged round the corner into the larder.

She explained the situation to the friend on the phone:

“You won’t believe this but there’s another hedgehog in the house!”

Then shot upstairs to tell me the tale.

“Where is it now?”

“In the larder–we’ll have to get it out of there!”

“Is it Harry?”

“I’m not sure.”

No escape, I thought, put my book aside and rolled out of bed.

There he was–in the corner–protected by a roasting rack, as far away as he could get.

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Curled up into a tight ball, he looked smaller than Harry.

Was it another member of the intrepid Tiggy-Winkle family, “chancing its arm”?

We cleared the cluttered space and Meredith gently managed to grasp him, protected by a pair of tough gardening gloves.

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Two days ago, while Harry was still in the flying basket, before he scuttled back to Mum, Meredith had dabbed a spot of pink nail varnish on the tip of some of his spikes, to identify him should he return.

“Look, Rob–there’s the pink mark!”

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Hard to see at first but there it was.

We felt like a pair of nature conservationists!

It was Harry–the first hedgehog to fly in the history of the world!

Clearly emboldened by his first adventure and apparently finding that door open again, he may have thought, “Well, the worst that can happen to me is I get to fly a second time. Here goes!”

Meredith gently carried him outside and left him to find his bearings next to a bowl of cat food…and prepare another explanation for a worried Mother Tiggy-Winkle.

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Now Harry–this has got to stop!

 

 

 

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A Tale from Mrs. Tiggy-Winkle of the Tarn

–with apologies to B. Potter!

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It was when she was about to iron Harry’s shirt–a day or two ago now, even three–that Mrs Tiggy-Winkle had a thought.

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“Where is Harry for that matter–haven’t set eyes on him for–well, a day or two now.

He’s always off somewhere–it’s a worry, but he usually comes back by dinner time!”

Harry’s hunger for adventure has its limitations.

What did he say?

“Ma–you know you always say–‘Harry, no need to worry about your future, you have a way with you; doors will always open for you–you’re a lucky one–I feel it in my water, you’ll fall in the butter dish, my boy, mark my words–you will!’

Well, today’s the day, Ma–I’ve spotted a door and it’s open…

And we know that Harry’s was telling the truth about the open door, because a day or two ago–even three, we started finding “EVIDENCE” of an additional presence in the house.

We’d grown accustomed to finding “evidence” these past few weeks to be sure, but always OUTSIDE the house; now this “evidence” was appearing INSIDE!

I found some on the floor of the larder–Meredith found some around the cats’ feeding bowls.

It took a moment for the penny to drop (or tuppence in this case!).

Then we looked at each other…

“There’s a HEDGEHOG in the house!”

But where?

Finding a hedgehog in hiding is only marginally easier than finding a needle in a haystack.

Concealment is their business–they’re professionals and even to a youngster like Harry, it’s second nature.

“I’ll look in the pile of firewood,” says Meredith unconvincingly and heads for the dining room.

No luck–but more “evidence”.

There’s hope though.

A late spring cleaning is seriously underway and tables and chairs are piled high with STUFF, reducing the places of safety for hedgehogs–in search of a quiet nook.

“Rob, Rob come here–QUICK!!”

Meredith’s voice is coming from outside the front door.

There, in a shopping basket that had been parked on the front hall floor, is Harry–just visible under a light cotton shopping bag, his cover blown, his singular adventure at an end–surrounded by “evidence”.  (How LONG has he been in residence??)

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Meredith thinks to lift him out with a pair of oven gloves.

“No! no!”  I cry, “in the basket–carry him in the basket round the corner, next to the woodpile near where they come from to eat in the evenings.”

A short flight but an historic one, through the gate and round the corner–one can’t be sure but maybe it’s the first recorded flight by a hedgehog in the history of the world!

Meredith gently lands the basket with Ben overseeing the operation.

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…and eating the cat food meant to entice Harry out of his basket home!

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After a deal of sniffing round the rim and peeking over the top Harry finds  a way out and scuttles off back to Mum!

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Mrs. Tiggy-Winkle wasn’t far wrong–things fall out well for Harry–he even got to fly!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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When we moved here permanently fifteen years ago this July (is it that long ago?!) friends used to say with a degree of disbelief edged with irritation: “Oh don’t be silly! what’ll  you  do there?

I can’t remember answering: “we are going to rear hedgehogs!“–although I might have felt like saying that.

Now it appears that–is exactly what we are doing.

We have a family of them living in the woodpile–at least that’s the direction from which they come.

As dusk falls–about 9.45pm at present–we can be sitting round the table at the back–often with company–when we sense a presence and turning slowly behold a small creature making its way forward, apparently unaware that he or she is not alone.

Suddenly we come into ear or eyeshot and it stops, frozen, sometimes for more than a minute, before deciding that LATER would be wiser–and scuttling off, keeping close to the wall.

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This excursion isn’t an idle evening stroll–it’s feeding time for hungry hedgehogs–in the know.

There are always an assortment of half empty cat bowls with leftovers, waiting to be polished off.

Some evenings when a bowl is partially hidden we will hear a faint munching sound.

Harrumph, harrumph, harrumph“–feeding time in full swing.

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The cats–well fed by this time–look on with puzzled interest.

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What is it? This spiky ball with its snout in our trough? 

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Leave well alone–don’t go there–live and let live?

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Last year in a BBC poll to find an animal to play the part of National Animal Treasure, the hedgehog was a runaway (scuttle away, more like) winner.

The British love reluctant heroes and Mrs Tiggywinkle (Beatrice Potter’s invention) fits the bill–shunning the limelight and keeping herself to herself.

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Mrs Tiggy snoozing behind a mat masquerading as a hedgehog!

I’m in favor of hedgehogs–the world needs more of them and too many of the poor creatures end up as roadkill.

If we are inadvertently responsible for nurturing a family or two–I reckon that’s a good enough reason to move to France!

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Go Tiggywinkles!

Hints on helping hedgehogs thrive.

 

 

 

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