Night Nine… A Place to Call Home 🦔🏡

It still amazes me how quickly Biscuits has become part of our evenings. Not long ago, she was a surprise visitor. Now, I find myself looking out of the window each night, wondering when she'll arrive. Hedgehog-warts seems to have become one of her regular stops. She checks in, enjoys a snack, has a wander around the garden, and then heads off on her nightly adventures. Every morning brings little clues that she's been here, her biscuits gone, fresh water enjoyed, or straw shuffled around inside her little house. She'll always be a wild hedgehog, and that's exactly how it should be. But I'm so grateful she's chosen to make our little corner of the garden part of her journey. Until tomorrow, Biscuits. 🦔✨