Mr Snail

I've been out today, and so was Mr Snail.

It's not exactly snail weather, being warm and dry, and Mr Snail wasn't in the best place for a snail; I found him crossing a tarmac pavement which couldn't have been much fun.

He was vulnerable as well, he seems to have had some sort of scrape to account for the holes in his shell. Perhaps even he'd had a lucky escape from a song thrush. I remember in our family home, there was a brick that the local thrush used as an execution block for snails; their wrecked shells littered the garden around it.

Plenty of bees around today on this pleasant day, and a strange socially distanced power boat convention on the Trent. Another first during this mad time.

Si

All text and images copyright CreamCrackeredNature 14.06.20

Good Evening Mr Snail

I don't know about any of you my dear readers, but to me one of the saddest sounds I hear is when on a wet night, I walk up my dark driveway and feel the horrible crunch as I tread on an innocent snail.

Even if I am quick enough to take the pressure from my relatively titanic boots, the equivalent of us having a bus dropped on our heads while minding our own bloody business while walking along the street, it's almost certainly too late for the snail.

Even if it isn't dead, it's damaged shell will render it an easy target for the local thrush population.

So I was very glad to see this character hauling itself out of damp danger up my door frame. Well done, Mr Mollusc thing!

Si

All text and images copyright CreamCrackeredNature 15.11.17