She wasn't clutching prey. There was no sign of any prey that she'd dropped. Perhaps she had spotted voles at the foot of the hedge?
We appreciate this morning's warmth and sunshine all the more in contrast to the day of wind followed by a day of cool wet weather that preceded it. The frogs appreciate it too, I hear them croaking again. I walk down to the pond and count 14 of them arranged around the edges waiting for the females to come to lay their spawn. A friend in Wakefield reported frogspawn in his garden pond two weeks ago. We've yet to have our first clump.