"Twas through the leave the spikes did come"
Except for the Hedgehog link I have no idea how that particular sentence was formed in my head. I wrote it down and as I was sat in the car doing nothing, thought of a few more lines to go with it lol
It's now a part of the following poem I called - "A Hedgehog Year"
ps I do not usually have random poetry coming out of my brain so this is a new thing for me ;)
A Hedgehog Year by Stuart Pike
Twas through the leaves the spikes did come
To make my Hoghouse it's Winter home
Snuggled inside, sleeping among the leaves
In warmth and dry, avoiding the Big Freeze
For the months til Spring, she will hibernate
Then once again, will rise to find a mate
If successful, in Summer tiny Hoglets she will raise
Feeding and protecting them during the warmest of days
The young suckle, having Mum's milk pass their lips
Til 4 weeks later she takes them on real foraging trips
Into Autumn, food is plentiful and so they ate
Piling on the grams and so reaching their optimal Winter weight
Well I won't be releasing a book a poetry anytime soon so don't worry ;)
On a more serious note please do keep an eye out for young Hedgehogs that may be out during the day and need help to get through the Winter.
We have a local Hedgehog hospital in North Lincolnshire so they will be more than glad to help if you are in the area.