The Hedgehog
by John Clare
The hedgehog hides beneath the rotten hedge
And makes a great round nest of grass and sedge,
Or in a bush or in a hollow tree;
And many often stoop and say they see
Him roll and fill his prickles full of crabs
And creep away; and where the magpie dabs
His wing at muddy dyke, in aged root
He makes a nest and fills it full of fruit,
On the hedge bottom hunts for crabs and sloes
And whistles like a cricket as he goes.
It rolls up like a ball or shapeless hog
When gipsies hunt it with their noisy dog;
I've seen it in their camps — they call it sweet,
Though black and bitter and unsavoury meat.
A hedgehog came to our garden this week to hoover up the bits that had fallen from our bird table. It's the first one I've seen for many months, but I had forgotten that they hibernate from October or November to March or April. Find out more about hedgehogs here.
It must take them a while to readjust as they emerge from maybe six months of hibernation, during which time they enter a state of torpor. They have slowed right down, but must then suddenly become active again in the big wide world, getting used to meeting other hedgehogs. (We once witnessed a male attempting to woo a female in our back garden. It was a lengthy procedure, involving a lot of circling and a great deal of snorting. She was unimpressed.)
Like hedgehogs, we're emerging now from our Covid-enforced hibernation. From next Monday you'll be able to go for a meal, visit the cinema, have a sauna, stay in a B&B and have the grandchildren to stay - to name but a few welcome changes. Some of you may be shouting, "Yippee!" Others, however, may be feeling apprehensive and cautious.
Writing Prompts:
- Write about how you feel as we approach a change in the rules.
- What is the first thing you will do that you have not been able to because of restrictions? Write about it.
- Write about hedgehogs.
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