Board Thread:General Discussion/@comment-37553158-20191113030504/@comment-44123106-20191123032632

@Moonbeam you reminded me of a night I confused a police patrol. I was living in Lincolnshire, which for those not familiar with it is a large, predominantly rural country on the East coast of England - it runs "from the Humber to the Wash" as the Radio Lincolnshire jingle says.

I was driving home from Lincoln one night, through some of the Cliff villages (I need to point out that the chalk fault cliff is approximately 50 m high...flat county is Lincolnshire!) when I saw a hedgehog in the middle of my lane, and it wasn't flat. I straddled it as I couldn't stop before it, pulled up in the middle of the road and got out to check on the lil fella. As I walked back, another car appeared and slowed down to talk to the 30 something woman in a long denim skirt wandering around the road, who had signaled him to stop: I stood in the road to protect the hedgehog. It turned out that he was already dead, so I smiled at the policemen and told them what I'd been doing, got back in my car and drove off. They looked slightly bemused...I often wonder what what they thought as I acted as if it was the most normal thing in the world to be wandering around the road late at night checking on hedgehogs...

I have one that visits my garden here...the cats all give it a wide berth. I tried putting out cat food for it, but it really doesn't like it. Luckily, the garden has an abundance of slugs, snails and the like.