It’s a sad day today – it’s the day that Herbert Sherbert leaves home and makes his own way in the big wide world.

Do you remember how little he was when we first found him on August 23rd? Well, here’s a reminder…

and now after 5 weeks of good food and safe refuge in our garage he’s reached a hefty 583gms which is heavy enough to survive a winter hibernation

I’m lucky to be married to a man who knows his way around tools – he whipped up this wonderful hedgehog house which has since been dug in and buried under earth and leaves. Herbert has been using it for the last 5 days so hopefully has settled in and will still sleep in it now that the surrounding run has been removed.

I shall miss this little character who has been gentle and sweet and never bitten even though he was stressed when we found him and never liked being picked up. I’ll miss digging up worms for his breakfast by torchlight each evening after the kids have gone to bed. I’ve loved looking after him and it’s been very rewarding but it was always about getting him strong enough to go back to the wild. I’ll carry on putting food out and hope I’ll catch a glimpse of him now and again and will let you know if I do. So, goodbye little Herbert Sherbert, mind your manners, wipe your nose after eating slugs and most of all – watch out for cars!

Originally when I peeked under Herbert’s spines I was pretty confident in my assessment of the tackle situation, (albeit quite small and furry) however now I am beginning to have my doubts. It’s largely a matter of toilet ettiquette that has cast doubt in my mind. You see apparently little boy hedgehogs are far more likely to pooh in their beds than little girl hedgehogs (I am now restraining myself from further comment) – I’m told it’s something to do with not having to share a bed as a grown up whereas the girls of course have babies to consider at some point. In the last few days Herbert has been quite scrupulous in exiting the bed chamber to dump his/her load. So for the minute we are pondering whether we should change our little guests name from HErbert to SHErbert – maybe I’ll have another peek and see if anything is clearer.

Anyway sexuality aside the hedgehog is making great progress. His weight has increased from 140gms on the day he was found to 350gms and he’s moved on from completely mashed food to lumpier chunks and some nibbly bits (raisins, kitten biscuits and nuts) as well as developing a keen taste for worms and slugs (good hodger!). I’m keeping all contact to a minimum so am having to curb all my impulses to stroke and cuddle even though he is so adorable cute. He still retains his roll reflex and will freeze and roll into a ball at sudden noises or when picked up and he’s quite vocal with hissing and grunting to warn me away – all of which are positive signs for his re-introduction to the wild.

(this picture shows how much he’s grown in 3 weeks)

The trouble is that the leaves have started falling and there’s a nip to the air so autumn is definitely arriving and the thoughts of little hedgehogs should be now turning to building their nest for hibernation (or a hibernacula). It’s now a race against time to fatten him up enough to get him through the winter ahead.