Daisy and I were working at Transition Turriefield packing vegetables when we were alerted to a small baby hedgehog who was around.
Oh. My. Word.
We were all enchanted (any excuse from weighing and packing carrots).
And so was Custard the Cat. He was around too.
I boofed Custard away so I could take photos of Mr (or is it Miss/Mrs) Hedgepig and Custard was not amused.
While someone picked up Mr H-Pig, Custard proceeded to try and make himself look more interesting. So we all coo-ed and made a fuss of the little one.
(What is not to love? – I was totally smitten at this stage and wondering whether I can take HP home.)
Sorry but we ignored Custard. He was never going to be as cute as a baby hedgehog.
I quickly took a few photos as I was mesmerised by the colour and pattern of his prickles.
They are perfect.
I also had a quick cuddle and then we put Mr HP down to continue on his journey. He is this year’s baby…… ooooof!
There is something very special about a baby hedgehog. It is also that time of year.