I can’t begin to explain how tired I am tonight. It’s a long time since I’ve been this knackered. So where have I been? Absolutely nowhere. Today, with the sun shining and the birds singing I decided to stay in my own garden.
Common toad in my garden
For a while now I’ve been thinking about demolishing an old rockery. Well today was “the day”. Out came my trusty pick-axe, spade, wheelbarrow and gardening gloves and off I went. Six hours later (yes, six hours!) it was done.
Two long-tailed tits have helped to keep me going with their incessant “chattering”. I’m sure they were egging me on. Even the amphibians and butterflies put in an appearance.
This common toad above was very nearly a dead common toad. He must have been hiding in the rockery, and he was very lucky that I saw him just before I put the spade through his squashy little body. I swiftly scooped him up and transported him to a new home in the log pile next to the compost. I’m sure he’s going to be very happy there. He should be, there’s lots of creepy-crawlies.
On one of my frequent trips up and down the garden with the wheelbarrow I also noticed a bright yellow brimstone butterfly flitting around the hedge. He was in the garden on and off for the rest of the day (even meeting up and dancing with another brimstone at one point) but he never settled long enough for me to take his picture.
The peacock butterflies were a different story. By about lunchtime there were at least three sunning themselves on the drive. They didn’t seem to mind me wriggling along on my stomach towards them with my camera, and I managed to get some footage as they opened and closed their wings in the warm spring sunshine.
So the rockery is flattened, the straggly plants are no more, and all the rocks (at least 30!) are piled high against the hedge. What’s next? Well I’m off to plan my wildlife pond. Does anyone know the number of a man with a small mechanical digger?