Global Warming On the Lawn

I'm always feeding things. People tease me about it. The birds in our garden are so fat they can hardly fly. The fox in our garden is the biggest in Yorkshire.

Our cat, however, like all cats, is fussy about food: she's also tiny so never eats a full serving of cat food. So I throw it out of the window where it is eaten by passing cats, foxes and sometimes birds.

But this evening, I looked out of the window and there, tucking into the cat food, was a hedgehog.

Hedgehogs, as any fule kno, hibernate. Come October or November they find a pile of leaves and curl up until Spring.

Not any more, it seems. The climes they are a-changin'.