The garden is still so very wet, so after cutting back an overgrown rose, I left the cut branches in a heap and thought I would move them out when the grass dries up and I can get the garden tractor in. When indeed it did dry up, I moved the branches to find three partridge eggs. What a wonderful sight. And it was, until the new inhabitants stripped the leaves off my newly planted out brassicas, heralding the purchase of new nets.
I won’t be so hospitable next spring, be warned.