Alors, I have been once again on a wildlife hospital training course and, on this occasion, I took my husband. He was slightly nervous, like the time I took him to meet our lovely humanist wedding celebrant and he was worried he'd have to renounce Christ three times. On both occasions, I am happy to report, tea and biscuits were served and there was no wrangling with The Beast.
He did have to pick up a swan though. We all did.
We were rewarded with a tame fox cub
and a seal pup.
I also got to look down a herring gull's throat and meet dozens of pipistrelle bats, a barn owl...
and a bald hedgehog.
We took four non-bald hedgehogs away with us to rerelease at my friend V's beautiful farm in Ayrshire, under the superbloodmoon.