Pardon the title, but on Sunday morning I found this little fellow in the courtyard. I’ve always imagined a shrew to be a wild and fearsome creature, judging by Catherine, The Shrew, in Shakespeare’s play, and I was rather amused when I learned that the animal by that name was such a little cutie.
This particular cutie must have died during the night, but there was no visible signs of it being mauled by a predator. I gently buried it (i.e. threw in on the compost pile) and then started googling. Because one thing is recognising a shrew when you see it, another is knowing whether it’s a good or a bad thing to have shrews in your garden.
Opinions on the internet seems divided; there are a host of shrew-deterrents on sale for gardeners, and on the other hand I read that they each all kinds of insects and slugs, so I’m inclined to live and let live. Last summer I noticed a small hole in the lawn over by the South-Western hedge, and I’m now inclined to think that might have been a shrew hole. I won’t try to cover it up any more…
So there. Deer, pheasants, shrews, a multitude of birds. I look forward to continuously discovering new wildlife in the garden. (But no more slugs, please….)