Tens of thousands of turkeys are gassed at a Suffolk farm... Meanwhile, we've been busy clearing out the garden, enjoying the wildlife we've been missing out on in our flat. As well as the butterfly, we have found lots of hairy spiders, half a dozen toads and a hedgehog hibernating in a pile of leaves. In a wonderful display of verbal dexterity while attempting to string an excited sentence together, Bec invented a new word, calling the creature a 'hibernog'. It will have to be left until it wakes up before we can put down a concrete pad for the new shed. Better get the heat lamp out and fool the critter into thinking spring has arrived early (only joking). Hedgehogs should be encouraged to stay in the garden, because they will eat slugs. For more information and some cute pictures see C.R.A.S.H.

Andrew took to the old shed (formerly a pigeon loft) with glee (and an axe). It is now residing in the bottom of the skip (an 8 yarder this time, I'd recommend this size over the 6, much more space for not much more cash). Someone dressed in camo fatigues came across and asked if he could help himself to some of the wood we were getting rid of. He was waxing lyrical about his log burner which reburns soot apparently. Said his bedroom stays lovely and warm, probably due to the chimney blaze occuring behind the wall.

The coal bunker is also gone, the bricks from which will be recycled into raised beds for Bec's veg. Talking of bunkers, the previous owner must have been intending for his washing line post to be able to survive a direct hit from a bomb when he concreted it in. Managed to get it out eventually, using ropes, levers, angle grinder, sledge-hammer, trolley and three people.


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