'We had a bit of a garden spring clean today. Old lawnmowers and bikes were shifted. Bottles for recycling, leaf mulch, cardboard boxes and bits of wood came out of their hidey- holes to find new hidey -holes. Our 'tidying up' usually means just a shuffle around a bit.
Anyway, whilst my other half was dismantling some trellis from a fence he could hear a noise coming from under a pile of 'junk'. He called for me to come and investigate. 'What do you think it is?' I asked him. He said he thought it could be a cat or a toad! I thought it would more likely be a rat and felt a bit vulnerable in my skirt and slippers. I gingerly started to dismantle a pile of bikes and bottles and there tucked up against the fence was a .....................................hedgehog!
I was particularly delighted as this is the second time I have seen a live hedgehog in all my life. The other occasion was when I caught a fleeting glimpse of one running along a street many years ago.
It wasn't possible for us to leave the hedgehog where we found him, so kitted out in my rubber gloves I picked him up and moved him to another sheltered spot in the garden. I do hope he stays. He is a great pest controller if all the empty snail shells nearby were anything to go by.'
I never saw the hedgehog again. Maybe I'll find him again this year when we do our annual garden clean up!