
I was outside last night, lurking in the garden, listening to the chatter of birds and the twinkle-twankle of the waterfall when I heard a scuttling sound. I looked down to see a hedgehog crawl under the gate, snoop about and then run quite happily right past my feet. It carried on down into the garden, across the lawn, and ended up having a rest by the steps to the patio. I haven't seen a hedgehog for years, let alone one that close. I was reading an article in the Guardian not so long ago about the decline in hedgehog numbers. Apparently, people are only able to monitor their numbers by the number of squished ones they see along the roads. Which makes you think, when was the last time you saw a DEAD hedgehog? Not for a long time. I saw one a few weeks ago, but that was the first one in ages.
I feel quite lucky to have had an encounter with such a peculiar little animal. Events like this happen from time to time - last year I had a meeting with a fox on the canal bridge in Perivale whilst walking home one night (he made me jump as much as I did him) - and I find it quite nice to think that these wild animals still manage to find a way to exist when we're doing our best to destroy their habitats.
Am at home today - the work situation is not looking very healthy this week. I've been trying to sort out my finances, find schools to send my CV off to, bug the council tax people about the money they owe me, catch up on eBay auctions that ended yesterday and numerous other things. I feel quite frazzled. Lilly the nutty cat has been keeping my company, be it random mewling, playing with the blinds, walking into things, trying to share my breakfast etc. She's having a kip at the moment, but I expect the craziness to start up again soon. I've made myself rather bored, after having a break to rest my computer screen shaped eyes.
I think it's time to go for a walk.