We live in a lovely wee village on the banks of the River Clyde, surrounded by countryside and all the lovely thing that brings. And last night, we had a few visitors to the garden, one of whom we’ve not seen for about ten years.
Myself and hubby were just about to go to bed around ten last night, when the first visitor arrived. I was upstairs when hubby shouted me down to see who was traipsing around the garden looking for food and hoovering up Guinea Pig pellets left after I’d put the outside pen away. It was a hedgehog and we watched for a good ten minutes as he made his way around our back garden. The girl, who was still awake, came down and stood with us at the patio doors watching. We’ve not seen a hedgehog in the garden for at least ten years when we spotted one – frozen and wide-eyed – standing in the middle of the garden, caught in the light of our security lights. It wasn’t dead, just a bit stunned to suddenly be thrust into the spotlight! Anyway, it was lovely to have a hedgehog back.
Also in the garden – and we see them a lot during the summer months – was the flock (?) of bats that chase insects around our garden at the level of the treetops. Our back garden is fenced in by trees and I think this is great for the bats who love to scoot about snapping up flies and other six legged creatures who happen to fly around our ‘airspace’. We watched them too from the window, doing their aerial acrobatics. They are like big black butterflies skittering around in the air. I know there are a lot of folk who don’t like bats, but I love them.
Anyway, I need to go and put away the bags of shopping currently cluttering our kitchen. We went earlier…those books you buy before you have kids should really tell you this – taking kids supermarket shopping is NOT a good idea. It’s like herding cats with my two, they are all over the place, asking for things and generally being a nuisance. I’m always relieved to get home. Right, I am away.
Til next time!