Once Jack had vacated the greenhouse, I got down to some serious potting on. I picked up this pot, which had been lying on its side, to find a beautiful baby toad inside..... all grubby brown from probably burying himself in the dirt and with gorgeous bronze-tinted rings round his eyes. It made my day to see him because there were lots of frogs and toads in our previous garden, and we hadn't seen any at this one..... until this little fella turned up.
Yeah I know you're not daft..... but....
To give you an idea of what size he is, the circumference of the pot (at the lowest point) is 6 inches (15 cm) and the diameter is just 2 inches (5 cm). I would compare him to the size of a peach stone! I put the pot carefully back, so he could settle down again. I'm not surprised he likes it in our greenhouse, as I'm always finding snails and slugs on the pots..... and it's not watertight either so there's always an air of dampness. It's a wonder I get any plants to grow in there at all.
The almost-empty bag of compost the pot is sitting on, is one I brought in from the patio. As you can see, it's sodden wet after being left out in the rain for days. There's also the remains of straw that had been in the pot that Jack used to shelter in overnight. I never have been a tidy gardener, just the way the wildlife and I like it.