It has been a good year for most amphibians.
But I disturbed a large Salamander deep in compost, so carefully I had to
Quite what he
thought he was doing there, I am not sure. He watched me as I
checked for shovel damage. I could see his moving eye accuse me of
heinousness as I covered him with leaf litter before adding
Always a shame to
disturb something sleeping. And I am never quite sure what to
do. So I think of that Salamander now, and I wonder whether I should
have allowed him his own chance to find another winter place, rather than
rushing to his rescue like a guilty man.
Now he'll probably wake to the
warmth of Spring in a terrible mood. Huddle with his comrades,
plotting. Or he could become like the fawn so ably attended to earlier
this year. And he'll be sampling the fare in the perennial border,
quite shocked by the idea of anyone wanting him gone. Padding past the
kitchen window, sulking and stamping his foot when chased or shouted at.
Always a dilemma with wild things.