Today was less about the crowd of sparrows and chaffinches, a solitary ring dove that limped slightly, the little woodpecker who flounced from feeder to feeder to lawn or the dumpy blackbird fledgling which seems to have secreted itself in the hedge motel this evening – which is at least a more sensible and secure roost for the night. I guessed at this from the ungainly scramble within the hedge that happened as I went past with the dish for Spikey and a watering can to refill the water tray – there are only so many sparrows who can have a bath at the same time before there’s barely a dribble left.
Today, was all about a handsome hedgehog, we’re hoping it’s Spikey, who dug around in the lawn for a while this afternoon. It was larger than I remember Spikey, bright eyes and brisk, but with not a single tick to be seen. Then later this evening, barely a half hour after the dish was put out and the gloaming had begun to draw down, there was a hedgehog tucking into the meat and meal. Wonderful.
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