Since hedgehogs are supposed to be carnivores, my mother figured out that the hedgehog must be thirsty and trying to get water by sucking the berries. And clever enough to work out how to get under the netting and steal them. So she put on some gardening gloves and lifted him away from the gooseberries, and started putting out a bowl of water for hedgehogs (all kinds of birds and small mammals and occasionally deer drink from it too, but it was meant for the hedgehog).
He comes to drink regularly at dusk. I saw him today, cutest little thing. He wasn't at all scared and let me come close (P'tite soeur says he was so tame he walked onto her hand when she put it out for him!) But he just carried on drinking all nonchalant and then he sat up and washed his little face at me.
It's nice to be home, and one of the reasons is the wildlife in the garden, and another is my mother's silliness.