Does anyone have childhood memories of being told, very firmly, to always check your pile of wood for hedgehogs before setting it alight on Bonfire Night?
I remember it being drummed into us – and not without reason. According to the Cheshire Wildlife Trust, ‘every year hedgehogs get roasted when they decide a bonfire heap is an ideal nesting site’
Charred hedgehog: not the best accompaniment to jacket spuds, toasted marshmallows and hot chocolate….
Now that the weather’s turned colder, I decided to make playdoh hedgehogs in nests with Austin and Gwen, so they could learn about hibernation, and keeping wild creatures safe.
While Austin was at school, Gwen and I set out to look for some little sticks, so that we could give the hedgehogs some prickles.
We had collected a decent-sized pile of twigs, so now (with big brother Austin home from school) it was time to make the hedgehogs.
I broke them up into prickle-sized bits.
Then, the children moulded the playdoh into hedgehog-shaped lumps, and stuck in the twigs.
Ok, they don’t look like any hedgehogs I’ve ever seen….but the children were so sweet with them. Austin even treated his like a new baby, taking it round the house and introducing it to every room. So cute.
For the hedgehog nests, we used packing straw.
And, hey presto….a couple of prickly creatures, snug in their new homes (DO NOT say it….I know they look like a couple of poos in straw. But the children love them.)
With that after-school activity over, it was time for Austin and Gwen to get into their new jammies. The pyjamas provoked almost as much excitement as the prickly new pets…