TILLY the terrier had to be banished from the kitchen. Amid some unstoppable, frantic, high-pitched barking, she drew my attention to what was obviously a wren that had made its way into the room.
I managed to grab Tilly so she could carry on her racket outside while The Happy Moonraker tried, firstly to photograph the poor wren, and secondly to take it outside to safety.
I succeeded on both counts, thank goodness, although I suspect the little wren must have had a bit of a headache after batting its head so many times on all the windows.
Tilly was, of course, mystified as to how something that looked like an enormous fly to her had suddenly disappeared. Never mind Tilly, birds must be allowed to go free, no matter how much you’d like to play with them.
The same was true of the young toad that suddenly appeared in her bed. I’m not sure how it got there. Tilly may have seen it on the floor and picked it up and put it in her bed but I’ll never know the truth.
The toad was easy to put outside: I just carried Tilly’s bed into the garden and tipped it until the toad walked off.