Last week-end I prepared a stable for one of my horses to come home to. I've been lazily leaving my manure skip, long rubber gloves and brushes (both yard and horse) just inside the door for ease, as the stable has lighting.
Yesterday morning, I sleepily opened the stable door and picked up my gloves. One felt really heavy. I thought that I must have somehow left the glove at such an angle that the rain had got in it overnight. I started to tip up the glove, but no water ran out.
I put my fingers gingerly inside the glove, and, upon feeling a brush, dropped the glove onto the shavings! I wondered how a body brush had manages to fall from the side into the glove.
As my brain started to wake up,I realised that no brush could fall into the bottom of one of these gloves (they're the sort that go right up to the elbow). I then started to think that I was being set up.
But, I then noticed that the glove was "breathing". I opened it up again to see a hedgehog in my glove. He'd tried to hibernate in it!
Anyway, as I had to go to work, I left the hedgehog where he was, and gave strict instructions to hubby not to let the dobies play in the stables.
When I got home, I turned the stable lights on, and saw that the glove was now empty.
But along the edge of the stable, a little nose was peeping out of my bedding with a "Which idiot turned on the lights" look.
I couldn't leave him there, as my horse would be home tomorrow (today), so I got him a box, picked him up and placed him in it with a load of the shavings he so obviously liked, covered the whole lot with hay and put him in a safe place under a tree so that he could hibernate.
The countryside never fails to amaze me!!
Yesterday morning, I sleepily opened the stable door and picked up my gloves. One felt really heavy. I thought that I must have somehow left the glove at such an angle that the rain had got in it overnight. I started to tip up the glove, but no water ran out.
I put my fingers gingerly inside the glove, and, upon feeling a brush, dropped the glove onto the shavings! I wondered how a body brush had manages to fall from the side into the glove.
As my brain started to wake up,I realised that no brush could fall into the bottom of one of these gloves (they're the sort that go right up to the elbow). I then started to think that I was being set up.
But, I then noticed that the glove was "breathing". I opened it up again to see a hedgehog in my glove. He'd tried to hibernate in it!
Anyway, as I had to go to work, I left the hedgehog where he was, and gave strict instructions to hubby not to let the dobies play in the stables.
When I got home, I turned the stable lights on, and saw that the glove was now empty.
But along the edge of the stable, a little nose was peeping out of my bedding with a "Which idiot turned on the lights" look.
I couldn't leave him there, as my horse would be home tomorrow (today), so I got him a box, picked him up and placed him in it with a load of the shavings he so obviously liked, covered the whole lot with hay and put him in a safe place under a tree so that he could hibernate.
The countryside never fails to amaze me!!
