But I'm still feeling disheartened. I've not smelt the dog fox that was visiting the garden (and digging up grubs in the wildflower zone, but we'll let that pass) in weeks, and the hedgehogs have been conspicuous by their absence. The most exciting bit of wildlife I've seen since the sparrows fledged (out of the roof that I need to get fixed) has been a frog eating a slug bigger than itself. Which is sort of interesting but in a "dear god mother nature why!!!" sort of way.
Actually there were the bats. And the kestrel. But I digress. I'm on a wildlife corridoor, which I've been trying to preserve. Well, what a good idea that turned out to be! I'm trying not to use the more unpleasant chemicals in the garden -- why did I bother?
Also, how the hell do you exclude pets from a garden? I have at least five cats wandering through on an average night -- including a huge smokey grey tom, a recent arrival who is probably there because he heard about the rats. Any tips? I can tell my neighbours that there's likely to be poisoned rats about, obviously, but I've no idea where most of the cats are coming from.
The way the back gardens work round here, they may even be independent operators.