Over the winter the outbuildings at The Old Dairy have been very quiet, with the occasional rustling from the resident mice. There have been no sightings of my pest controller, Wilfred the Weasel, and I was getting a bit worried that something nasty had befallen him over the winter, as so often happens in nature.
A few weeks ago, I was feeling a bit down with all the rain and dull weather, when I spotted a flash of brown at the end of the garden and I was sure that it was a Weasel but could have been a big Vole. A couple of days later and the same thing happened, but this time the small animal raced up the path towards the house and hid behind a flower tub, with the head popping out like a periscope to check the area out; yes, it was a Weasel!
The rustlings in the workshop and the wash-up [Hedgehog rehab facility] increased, and as the "Hedgehog Hilton" is renowned far and wide, [at least as far as Sanna] by the wildlife for providing five star cuisine, I started to put out food in the wash-up, and deployed my Trail-cam, to find out who was in the building when it was quiet.
The first customer was no other than "Rocky Robin" who had slipped in whilst the door was open and was now availing himself of the mince washed down with vintage "Chateau Achnaha". He was followed by numerous mice or one mouse numerous times! Then, a weasel bounced into view.
Whilst I may not have any Hedgehogs in residence at the moment, the word has got out that the "Hedgehog Hilton" is still the place to go for top class meals; pheasant, mice on a plate and mince, all washed down with fresh water; and if needed five star accommodation. What else could discerning wildlife want?
Wilfred? This morning he was belting around the wash-up when I went in to collect the bird seed, obviously full of the joys of spring, or mice!
Many thanks to Tony for pictures & story.