As you know we wage a never-ending war against possums,
rats, rabbits, etc. And the humane cage I talked about earlier has been great
for catching these destroyers of vegetables and fruit and roses.
But now it has reached into unknown territory. The above
photo is of its latest victim – a hedgehog. A hedgehog, moreover, with a taste
for roses. The picture below is of my prized coffee-colored rose bush at half
its size from the night before. The hedgehog was caught by the trap which had
been placed right next to the roots of the rose.
The problem is that I am a product of my times and so is
Dan. We were both avid readers of the Mother West Wind series of children’s
books when we were children ourselves. Said books included stories of cuddly, cute
little, you guessed it, hedgehogs!
As if that weren’t bad enough. Beatrice Potter took my
heart with her hedgehog stories and drawings. Unfortunately for me, and
fortunately for the trapped hedgehog, I have been reading these stories to my
grandchildren.
The upshot is that neither Dan nor I could bear the
thought of killing this cuddly little rose destroyer.
So Dan lugged the cage
down to the quarantine paddock which backs on a bit of wood and freed the
hedgehog. Was she grateful? Did she sprint gleefully for greener pastures/wood?
Nope. She remained stubbornly in the cage refusing to move.Time passed but she didn't. Finally Dan dumped
her unceremoniously out on the ground and left her. My little Mother West Wind
reader has grown up. I wouldn’t want to be the next hedgehog we catch.