|Translation: Caution Hedgehogs!|
Yes, there are THAT many hedgehogs around our neighborhood that they warrant signs every 2km. And apparently spring is a dangerous time when they can get run over - especially the babies. No!
Here are the other two signs that are posted in our immediate neighborhood:
|Translation: Watch out for us!|
|Translation: Hedgehog zone.|
On the signs there is an URL for an informational website: Pro-Igel.ch about these prickly fellas. From this site I learned that our neighborhood, which is considered a small-scale grassland with shrubs, hedges, and trees, is actually a hedgehogs habitat, NOT the forest. Who knew?
So far I have not seen a hedgehog alive or as roadkill (thank goodness!) But Smidgey has, and by default Joe, too. During her early morning walk, Smidgey made a mad dash into a hedge and started bark-screaming wildly (like she does). Joe pulled her back and caught a glimpse of a prickly pal staring at Smidgey with a bewildered look on his face. (Not sure how a hedgehog expresses bewilderment, but coming face to face with Smidge would evoke bewilderment from any creature.) After a second or two the little fella scampered away leaving Smidge in a "I almost got it" agitated state and Joe dragging her back home (and to the reality that indeed, no she didn't). Joe has vowed to take his phone with him on these early morning walks in the hopes of getting a picture of a hedgehog. I've been scouring the neighborhood during the day, too. If we get a pic, I'll add it to another post. Fingers crossed.
Now for a prickly poem:
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