Hedgehog, hedgehog. The young ones
will follow after a parent as they root through a late evening into the
Little miniature hedgehogs hurrying to keep up even though they are still
drinking their mother's milk.
It is an enterprise of understanding
for them. Steal one away too soon and he'll die. Out there alone.
If you tire
Okanya and I always looked for
hedgehogs, not so much because of the protein, but because Okanya's mother
could make them dance.
She would beat a stick against a cooking pot, looking for a particular
resonance. When she found it, the hedgehog, whether it was curled up
or not would jump, all four feet off the ground.
Granted I was younger then, and since that time my memory has drifted, but
to this day I can see the little creature dance.
In Oxfordshire England, I once tried to make a hedgehog dance.
Without success. That little European looked at me as though I
wasn't quite right.