Le café des hérissons!

Years back Emelia came to stay. From France.

We made brioche.

We made a hedgehog cafe together.

The cafe kept hedgehog food dry and prevented cats, foxes, badgers or birds snaffling it.

A clear plastic box with a pipe in each side allowing aggressive hedgehogs to co-exist with their neighbours without being trapped. When a more bossy hedgehog arrived the less dominant one could retreat through the other pipe entrance.

It worked well.

Hedgehogs came and fed.

We called it Le café des hérissons.

But then hedgehogs left us. We suspect agricultural pesticides were the problem.

Hedgehog faeces

A sight to gladden the heart..

Recently the telltale, welcome signs of hedgehog faeces have been spotted so we began putting water and hedgehog biscuits out on the lawn.

We now have at least two hedgehogs joining us.

And last night I placed a new Le café des hérissons out.

The hedgehog cafe - le café des hérissons

The old magic returned. Here’s the little one chowing down in the cafe.

Love hedgehogs me.