Friday 18 March 2016

Wake up

This is the time of year when sleepy things wake up. No, not me, they don't let me hibernate however much I want to. But in the garden the celandines, cowslips and primulas have started bobbing up and there has been a sighting of an dwarf iris. Birds are dotting about birdily and winding up Dodger. You'd be surprised how fast a stone dog can run when there's a bluetit up a tree doing semaphore at it. Hopefully this year, there'll be a hedgehog.

When we lived in Yorkshire we were near to a river and occasionally had to escort toads across the road as they boinged back to their spawning grounds. We rescued a hedgehog, too, which had just come out of hibernation and decided that the sensible thing to do would be to toddle across the main road at twilight. We put him in the garden, but by the time we got back from buying him cat food he'd vanished. Probably caught a whiff of badger and was off like a rocket, or even like a hedgehog pursued by a badger.

And Much just loves it. He grumbles on about not being able to get a moment's peace, but he enjoys the company immensely. His snail will enjoy it too, when it' woken up.

So this weekend, go and see what's waking up.

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