Wild life worries
It has happened again. “Road closed,” it said. But this time it was not for road works or filling potholes. It is for the toads. At this time of year toads are on the move, walking en masse to their breeding grounds and it just so happens that I came to a road that crosses a path on their migration route. The road has been closed temporarily for about six weeks so that these amphibians can cross in safety. This is an official ‘toad crossing’ without the zebra markings. More than a thousand will use it in these next few weeks. You would think that our new garden was an official crossing for birds. We have a bird table which we have hung with all sorts of treats, peanuts, fat balls and mixed seeds. Added to that I offer titbits from the kitchen like breadcrumbs and cheese morsels. But the blue tits and other little birds turn up their beaks and fly over to the other houses. Is their bird table smarter than ours? Or is their food more delicious than mine? Whatever the reason t...