had a fascinating time on the plotty this morning. I was preparing a new bed and Mr Blackbird was helping himself to whatever I'd dug up. I found another slow worm, so I covered it back up, and tried not to walk on that bit again. But I must have missed the newt. The blackbird didn't, he had a right old battle with it, but won in the end. I just sat back and watched the pair of them fight it out - then mid way thought ooh should I stop this, then thought no its nature doing what it knows. I guess it was the blackbirds lucky day?!
