Inspired by the real thing, of which we have quite a few here, I rustled up a wee hedgehog yesterday whilst Harvey was having a deep hydro cleanse, trim and blow dry (a bath and a hair cut).
The hedgehog has had a warm and cosy night under a pile of crispy beech leaves and now he's having a little wander about. Luckily the dog is not keen on hedgehogs and is giving him a wide berth.
He is probably thinking, 'is it the end of winter?'. I don't think so.