Sadly, my little Herbie hedgehog died today. I’ve been looking after him for over six years now, and given he was an adult when he came in, that makes him at least eight.
A few days ago I opened up his hutch and was startled to find a sickly youngster in there with him. People in the neighbourhood know Herbie and Hettie are there and have put a sickly hedgehog in with Herbie in the past, knowing I’ll find it.
The next day Herbie was lying outside his hog-house, he was cold and hadn’t eaten much. I tucked him back in, and hoped this was a one off.
The following day he was in his hog-house, but clearly he hadn’t left it as his food was untouched. He was warm and curled-up though.
This morning he was outside his hog-house again, now cold and weak. I brought him indoors and added a heat pad. A few hours later, he died. I’m quite sure that whatever ailed the sickly hog had infected, and killed Herbie.
It’s so very frustrating. I have asked the neighbours not to put sickly hogs in with healthy ones, I have even provided a small hutch for this eventually.
here’s to my little Herbie.
A valiant little hog who just got on with life despite his disabilities. He resolutely trotted around, never once letting those paralyzed back legs stop him. He even dug himself out of his hutch once!
Today I got to see his face.
Given he was always curled up, I didn’t really know what he looked like. Today, he was too weak to curl, so I finally saw him, He looked old and beautiful.
Goodbye little one, it’s been a pleasure knowing you.
It’s been a crazy week, even more about animals than usual. Dozens of birds have been released, all flew beautifully and most are still around.
I found a hog out in the daylight and rushed it to the rescue. That one didn’t make it, the sickly one, that saw Herbie off, is hanging on in there, thank goodness.
A juvenile wood pigeon, lying in the road gave me and my dodgy hip the run around through brambles and hedges, miraculously, I caught it. Never have I seen such a thin bird, on the brink of starvation by the looks of things. Hopefully it will recover now it’s being hand fed.
I also have a magpie with a broken wing hanging around the front garden. It’s like the road runner, you should see it go! I have no chance of catching it as not only can it run, it has mastered the disappearing act and also climbs trees. I leave food and water out so I’m hoping it adapts to life without flying. It doesn’t seem to have an infection, and clearly it’s strong.
Rounding up this little list is Buddy. He has been a bad, bad boy. He pushed on a window in daughter’s and jumped though it escaping into the street. Fortunately a lovely lady who also had a Jack brought him in and called us. Buddy seemed a little subdued after his adventure, or maybe he was exhausted after running free for hours! The thought of what could have happened had our blood running cold.
Life is so random…who knows for whom the bell tolls…
it was Pride last weekend in Liverpool. What a wonderful parade. I was clicking away throughout. After the parade I checked the camera only to find I’d left the card in the computer so NO photos!! I had to use my phone to take these….
Nicked! Sorry Gov….it wasn’t me! Your hat just blew off….