How very English

This morning I found myself, along with three other passersby, disentangling a hedgehog from a cricket net near my house.  The thought, “Only in England . . .” did occur to me.  With some scissors and a garden-gloved lady’s gentle scolds (“Now, little man, uncurl a bit.  That’s it.  Show us your little hand here . . .”), we got him sorted and carried to a hedge well away from the net.  I wish Katherine and Nathaniel had been there to see it!  I will never read Beatrix Potter’s “The Tale of Mrs. Tiggy-Winkle” in quite the same light.

In other news, it appears that I got off easy with the two black eyes I received from our kids when they were small.  In this New York Times article, parents report fractures, concussions, and corneal abrasions from their beloved children.  I have to hope that it’s no accident that my injuries took place when the kids were very small and I was seriously sleep-deprived.  Maybe we’re done?


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2 Responses to How very English

  1. Heidi says:

    Awwwwww…. they’re such small animals, how did you realize he was stuck in a net??

    And yes, that is definitely an “Only in England” story!

    • Erin says:

      He was all curled up in it and had it twined around his feet and over his back pretty tightly. Funny little things: when I rolled him over to take a look he peered back at me, beady-eyed, doing his best to impersonate a ball. I thought he was a dirt clod at first, but two guys were standing over him, so I got curious 🙂

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