It was a funny old thing, that crisp packet….it looked and smelt so inviting but it wasn’t very big and it definitely wasn’t very warm. My Mummy had taught me to make sure I found somewhere safe and warm to cozy up in before my big sleep. And so there I was, on Oxton Road in Weston-super-Mare, attempting to prepare for my hibernation.
Once inside, I thought that I would be safe. And I was…kind of. But it wasn’t very warm and I couldn’t settle. I just rustled around a lot. I missed my Mummy.
A shopkeeper nearby must have noticed the packet moving. Before too long, there were lots of people near me. There was a lot of noise and commotion when they tried to rescue me – the crisp packet was behind an iron grid and they needed to cut it all free to reach me. I was a little frightened but after a while I soon realised that they were trying to help me.
After what seemed like ages, I was taken back to a very special place where lots of other hedgehogs were being looked after (this is Prickles Hedgehog Rescue in Cheddar, Somerset) and Jules and Cate checked me over. I didn’t weigh very much apparently (only 283gms) and I was very cold and needed something to drink.
After a good feed and some proper rest tucked up in my own crate in the warm, I’m bouncing back. I now weigh 533gms and with every new day, I look forward to my little plate of chicken cat meat and mealworms! Yummy!
I do miss my litter chums, and especially my mummy. I hope one day in the Spring I can go back to where I was found and meet up with them all again. That would be lovely.
I will catch up with you again soon.
Love Crispian x