Pity the poor toad that has settled itself down for a nice winter nap in the compost heap when some gardener suddenly wants to get ready for spring.
Fortunately it came out whole and unharmed, although it did appear a bit pissed off, and I wasn’t suddenly confronted with finding half a toad in my nice barrowload of compost. Nothing that eats slugs deserves that fate, although you could argue that had it been up and about and eating slugs it wouldn’t have risked a spade through the head.
The post that holds up the side of the compost bay was also full of unexpected biodiversity
I could imagine a whole Dr. Zeuss world in miniature playing out among that lot. Perhaps Horton had a point…