27/07/2025
“A Hedgehog’s Plea (For Pickering Hedgehog Rescue)”
By Pickering’s fields and winding lanes,
Where rain taps soft on windowpanes,
A little life moves low and shy—
Beneath the hedge, beneath the sky.
But danger waits where roads run fast,
Where tidy lawns leave none to last.
So when they’re hurt or lost or small,
Pickering’s Rescue hears the call.
From tiny hoglets needing heat,
To weary mums with aching feet,
They nurse and feed, they mend and care—
With gentle hands and hearts to spare.
No flashing lights or grand applause,
Just love for nature’s humble cause.
A shed, a torch, a bowl, a bed—
And hope where once was fear or dread.
So leave a hole, a dish, some room,
Let wild things thrive, not fade too soon.
And if you can, give what you’ve got—
A coin, a tin, a kind-hearted thought.
Support the team who mend and free—
Pickering’s quiet sanctuary.
They rescue more than just the small—
They help the wild survive it all.
