Just as it is arse, not ass; harass and integral, with no internal stress; colour not color; so it is Hedgehog Day, not Groundhog Day.
I warn you folks, you will be getting a lot of these ‘baby’ photographs as a hedgehog has just migrated into our slug and snail riven garden. I saw it first on Friday, as a very alarmed cat was delicately sniffing a breathing pin-cushion. Despite coming back with a camera within 30 seconds, it had scurried away.
Then, last night, I found it again at the front gate (again, surrounded by rattled looking cats), and snapped these photographs as it retreated under the hedge.
22/06/2009 at 17:18 |
Ah that’s wonderful! And he’s classy with that blue and white china!
22/06/2009 at 18:25 |
Super cute, and not even too shy!
22/06/2009 at 18:47 |
Ciel, nothing but the finest for Kippy. And, of course, hedgehogs never should be fed milk and bread – they much prefer a little bit of cat or dog food.
Leleya, I was contorting myself to get these snaps. Fortunately, hedgehogs are perhaps the only common wildlife to habitually approach humans, so Kippy should come round.
23/06/2009 at 05:19 |
Aw, beautiful! Lucky you to have them in your garden!
24/06/2009 at 22:00 |
Fantastic, though he looks like he’s trying to avoid the paparazzi in the last photo! I took a look at your other blog re Tehran 24, it looks fine to me as far as anonymising it goes. What a mess that is, I’m hoping and praying for some resolution and justice, but not seeing any
29/06/2009 at 16:33 |
So finally I’m able to see them. And it’s the great Wen not London
30/06/2009 at 15:10 |
You and William Cobbett, Donna!