#30DaysWild 1st-30th June. Day Fourteen. Help Create A Hedgehog Highway. 30 Days Wild is The Wildlife Trusts’ annual nature challenge where they ask the nation to do one ‘wild’ thing a day every day throughout June. Your daily Random Acts of Wildness can be anything you like – litter-picking, birdwatching, puddle-splashing, you name it! I would love to feature your published/unpublished photos/artworks/writing on your random acts. Please contact me.

Day Fourteen

hedgehog

HIBERNATION

slow
slow

slow
slow

measure each breath
by the seasons

curl up
into self-tight kernel

don’t let go

-Dr. Jennifer A. McGowan

..hedgehog..

i have been out looking

for you

amongst the knapweed

amongst the flowers

cut those brambles that may stick

to your prickles

we left it longer

the tidying this year

so as not to be a slave to it

and rewards are endless

good it has become a fashion with the climate

changing

it always did make sense to me

others thought not in the past

we have a a past, it keeps reminding me

rewilding.

-sonja benskin mensher

Hognap

I’m a gobbler of slugs,
beetles, caterpillars, snails,
a digger, a climber, a swimmer.
dusk heralds my ‘to do’ time,
spring, summer, autumn.

By Halloween I’m a fat forager
for leaves in suburban gardens,
wilted countryside bracken,
reeds by a bittern’s hiding ground.
I’m a busy builder in a hidden pocket,
maybe a hedgerow, tree root,
under logs, under sheds.

Locate my hibernaculum, if you can,
insulated, watertight, fit for winter torpor,
a refuge for my heartbeat of twenty per minute.

Do not disturb.

-Maggie Mackay

Published in ‘For the Silent’, Indigo Dreams Publishing

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-Googie McCabe. 

Who says “Here are some images documenting the interspecies tension between the hedgehogs and the Badgers in my garden. “

The Hedgehog

My brother came back with another’s smell,
so we ate him. Mam would eat all us too,
if we smelt different. Nose, ears keen tell
what cream and brown shapes on our dark pursue.

That was then. Last dark I circled, circled
her. She puffed, snorted loud to keep me off.
Others came. I squeaked at them. Lowered
my head, raised my spines, clucked, one coughed,

I butted his sides. He rolled. They all left.
Afterwards I leave. Sniff long bellies, hard backs
I crack their shells, squelch the soft tasty rest.
Need to eat more. Not fat enough won’t last

Cold time. Found this damp dark in here. It’s why
I chirp and whiffle, splat out quills and sigh.

Bios and links

-Googie McCabe

-Paul Brookes

Born in Poland in the last century, currently living in the UK, where will probably expire at some point. Self-taught ‘artist’,  office worker during day; a doodler and dreamer at night.  Mother of two girls – a future philosopher and a future assassin.

Googie McCabe Doodles of a Nobody — Googie McCabe

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