Sunday May 24
A phone call from James A got me out of bed in a hurry. He'd heard a Golden Oriole nearby. We tried but failed. It had either moved on or become silent. Thank you James.
Back to gardening. Lifting the black plastic which lines the Runner Bean trough (for weed suppression and moisture retention), I found 4 ants nests and a very dark toad trying to dig its way back into darkness. Comfort, breakfast, lunch and tea in bed gone. I waited for the ants to disperse before feeding the soil, replacing the plastic and putting the bamboo canes in place. I hate the tying up, arms stretched at a painful distance. To-morrow's job.