As Kath and I were walking along the road in Scotland we happened across this one. Unfortunately it looked like a car had had also happened across the poor thing.
I continued my search for something more inflated and, if possible, breathing. While staying at John and Gill's home, Gill told me about a hedgehog she had rescued and kept in her home for a period of time. She seemed to think nothing of it, but to this North American it sounded quite amazing. Imagine - hedgehogs just roaming about in your house! One night John took me out to a hedge at the front of their house, flashlight (torch) in hand, searching for one he had recently seen. But it wasn't to be. I was skunked by the hedgehogs.
Fast forward six months. Alexandra has wanted a hedgehog for ages. I am sure British readers of this blog will find this unbelievable, but yes, people on this side of the pond keep them as pets. When she went to the pet store a couple of weeks ago they had a newly arrived baby, not quite old enough to go to a home yet. She decided on the spot she was going to get it before someone else did, paid for it, and waited impatiently until it was old enough to bring home. When the big day arrived she asked if I wanted to go to the pet store with her. Absolutely!
This is what it looks like when you are at the counter checking out with your hedgehog.
It took Alexandra a day or two to figure out how to hold him in her bare hands. In this picture my gardening gloves have been repurposed as quill protectors.
She has now figured out the trick to holding him in her bare hands minus the acupuncture treatment.
I'm still trying to build up the courage to pick him up. Judging by the yelp Fergus let out when he got too close, a wrong move can prove to be very painful.