Snipping Amphibians …

… is, I imagine, an unpleasant experience and one I try to avoid.

Common Toad – Nov 2011
The gardens at The Priory are watery.  They contain two large ponds, lots of drainage ditches and are bordered on one side by a mighty, broad river.  (Or a little brook – depending on how big you are).  It is a perfect habitat for frogs, toads and newts.  And all of these live there in large numbers.  I see them regularly and am pleased.
Part of the main ditch that connects the east and west ponds – August 2011
Recently, I have been strimming the banks of the ponds and ditches. I allow these margins to grow throughout the spring and summer and they explode with flower and provide superb cover for frogs and toads.  Strimming an amphibian is a real worry when I come to cut them back at this time of year.
The same stretch of ditch after strimming.  I still need to remove all the alder seedlings – November 2011
Though amazingly (as far as I know), I have yet to do so.  But it is a thought always present while wielding the powerful Stihl strimmer and makes me ever watchful – and very tense.  As if that weren’t stressful enough, I even have to be careful when mowing:
Kamikaze frog – October 2011

Luckily for this frog, I saw him just in time – the thought of mowing over a frog makes me feel sick.

Kamikaze Common Frog – October 2011
In autumn, newts aplenty leave the Priory ponds and overwinter on land and, for several months, I have to move pots with great care for fear of squashing them (see ‘Freeloading Ne’er-do-wells’).  I also have to be careful when edging the lawns.  The paving at the Priory has a gap (or, as I call them, gullies), between it and the grass.
The ‘gullies’ on either side of a stretch of path.
They were overgrown and silted up when I started but now I keep them clear and the grass trimmed with super-sharp edging shears.  Prone to fill with leaf litter, these gullies are perfect overwintering sites for newts.  I often find them here, groggy with cold sleep.
 A Smooth or Common Newt – November 2011
So, when snipping away with the shears,  I’m always conscious of how easy it would be to snip a newt in half.  Or remove a newt’s tail.  Or leg.  Anxious?  You don’t know the half of it.
 A Smooth or Common Newt  – November 2011
The other day, having edged the lawns, I was clearing out the clippings and leaves from one of these gullies and  found a Great Crested Newt* – the first I’ve seen at the Priory.  Thank goodness I didn’t harm him.  I took a quick photo and put him to bed in some deep leaf litter beneath a nearby shrub.
Great Crested Newt – November 2011
As well as amphibians, there are reptiles at the Priory.  I have seen slow-worms (but no lizards) and back in September,  I wrote about this chap:
Grass Snake – September 2011

One of my favourite inhabitants of the gardens, the Grass Snake.  (Lots more photos here: Grass Snake)

Grass Snake – September 2011
A few days ago I met David, a chum of mine,  for a pint or two or three or four at a local pub.  And we talked of gardening things and of things gardening.  And I mentioned my worry of accidentally killing amphibians and reptiles.  David winced and a look of pained disgust crossed his face as he told me of inadvertently spearing a toad with a gardening fork and
Grass Snake – September 2011
of cutting a grass snake in two with a strimmer.
I winced and look of pained disgust crossed my face too.  I turned a shade or two paler and gulped my pint.  My fear is obviously justified.
* The editorial staff at theanxiousgardener.blogspot.com would like to stress that the Great Crested Newt is an endangered species and protected under the UK Wildlife and Countryside Act 1981, and that no Great Crested Newts were harmed in the making of this blogpost.

Freeloading Ne’er-do-wells

A third wave of crocuses (Pickwick) are now showing off.

A stouter plumper crocus this, befitting it’s name
Gosh.  What’s that?  On that tree?  Looks like a well made nestbox.  Rustic and yet chic.

The flurry of comments on my recent auricula post was such that I feel obliged to post another picture of this very popular (with me) plant.  This is a species auricula, Auricula alpina.

Being an idiot can be frustrating and tiresome.  Yesterday, having returned to the Priory after the weekend, I skipped up the path to the greenhouse.  I was looking forward to seeing how my seedlings were doing.  Tomatoes – germinated and looking good; tick.  Aubergines – germinated and looking good; tick.  My half tray of white foxglove seedlings?  Ah.  These had been coming along famously.  Loads of tiny little  cute plants.  Very pleased with them.  But in a moment of idiocy on Friday, I had plonked them down on the floor right next to the greenhouse heater.  When I inspected them yesterday morning, they were all burnt to a crisp. Grrrrrrr.  Deep breaths.  Relax.  Re-sow.
I’ve just baked to death dozens of baby foxgloves.
I had to start moving some plants out of the greenhouse into the cold frame.  The heat that the tomatoes and aubergines crave is also bringing on my rather large (anorak) collection of rhodohypoxis far too early.  I have, what? 80 rhodohypoxis plants and about 15 or so varieties.  Why do I have so many?  Don’t know.  What am I going to do with them all?  Don’t know.  Shouldn’t I get rid of some?  Don’t know.  Anyway, they certainly shouldn’t be getting ready to flower in February – so out they went.
And as I moved them out I found interlopers. Uninvited and unwelcome house guests.  Hiding in amongst the trays and pots – newts!  Can you believe it?  Creeping into my greenhouse, using up all the heat.  Probably  turning up the heater a notch or two.  Without so much as a by my leave.  Half a dozen or more.  Newts!
OK, OK – perhaps they’re not that unwelcome after all
It slowed down the rhodohypoxis evacuation operation considerably;  I was now having to avoid  newt squishing. I’ve set up a new newt-social-centre (upside down seed tray) under the bench in the corner of the greenhouse.  Here they can do whatever it is that newts get up to during the winter.  Drink tequila, tell lewd jokes, choir practice.  Not getting squashed.
Tsk.  The state of my hands.  Really must moisturise more
Found this very young fella out in the cold frame, so upgraded him to the greenhouse with his pals. Just too big hearted that’s my problem.
Really pleased to see that the frogs look like having another  bumper year.  They obviously had a busy weekend:
Tapioca pudding
It does mean though that I’ll have hundreds of froglets under my feet again next summer.  I love frogs.  Always have.  When I was a kid, I used to raise them from spawn to froglets in a tank.  I would tie  lengths of cotton  to earthworms and lower them into the morass of wriggling, voracious, sharp toothed (yeah, really) tadpoles.  Poor earthworms.  Like you or I being lowered alive into a tank of piranhas.  What the tads didn’t eat, I could haul out using the cotton thread so that it wouldn’t decompose and foul the water.  Goodness only knows where I learnt all this stuff from.   ‘Look and Learn’ probably.  When the tadpoles had grown all four legs and  absorbed their tails, I would cycle out to remote ponds in the Hertfordshire countryside and release them.  We knew how to have fun in the 70′s.
Mowing, strimming and the edging of all the lawns is slowed down considerably during the summer by having to ferry young frogs and toads out of harm’s way.  Thankfully I have neither mowed over or strimmed an amphibian yet.  I fear though it’s only a matter of time.  There are so many at the Priory.
Also in residence in the garden is a big old grass snake.  Biggest I’ve ever seen.  Over two foot, I’d say.  It lives in a hole under one of the oaks over on the east pond.  I saw it swimming across the pond a couple of times last year.  As did my terrier, Solo (her real name).  She was furious at it  (for reasons only a terrier would understand) and circled the pond trying to bite it.  Given that the snake seemed almost big enough to swallow her whole, I thought it prudent to lock Solo in the car.
Solo -  supervising the East Pond.  Spring 2009.
I once came across the snake basking in the sun with three or four large intermittent bulges down it’s length.  Presumably stuffed itself on my lovely frogs and was now overfull and groaning and moaning and trying to sleep them off.  Hope it got indigestion.