Notes from St Tiggywinkles: Christmas? You must be joking!

A Robin
A Robin

Christmas comes but once a year.

Tiggys will be there with its volunteers, duty staff and Sue’s mince pies in the morning.

I distinctly remember that first Christmas Day back in Aylesbury in 1978 when Sue and I were the Wildlife Hospital with the only casualty being a Christmas robin.

Robins seem to mean Christmas as they are always there at the bird table come rain, snow or shine.

We are so privileged, in Britain, on the Continent the robins are shy not wanting human company.

Mind you I bet they are still like our robins the only garden birds singing in every month of the year.

Let us hope that one does not get injured this year, as it is we already have some Christmas residents recovering for the New Year.

Believe it or not a peacock from the RSPCA, a very rare Daubentons bat, even a 
partridge, but not in a pear tree.

Out of context and out of place is a very handsome great crested newt that should be tucked up under a rock for the winter.

Not many people realise that newts are terrestrial animals only going into ponds to breed.

It is Christmas and this newt has started my Christmas cracker quality riddles:

Q. Why is my pet amphibian named Tiny?

A. Because he is my newt.

I can hear the groans.

Q. What is the difference between unlawful and illegal?

A. One is a sick bird

Shall I carry on? Has to be a hedgehog riddle.

Q. Why did the hedgehog cross the road?

A. To get to the other side.

I bet most of you got that one wrong. One more.

Q. What is grey, has four legs and a trunk?

A. A mouse going on holiday.

That’s all folks! Have a great holiday.