The
remains of a feast on the patio, but not from our alfresco pasta of yesterday
evening: it's the local song thrush that has become adept
at extracting snail from shell. Any hard surface that is handy serves
as an anvil. We regularly find ourselves cruching over the empties on
the concrete path by the greenhouse and the paving slabs and brick path
at the front.
We
watched it yesterday morning tapping and shaking as it ate this garden
snail.
By the way, what was left of the Baron Romero wine from yesterday was
acceptable with the spicy pasta Barbara concocted this evening. Wonder
what you'd drink with escargots. 
Richard Bell, richard@willowisland.co.uk
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