hundreds of newts who think of frogspawn as the finest caviar
Caviar that made me smile.
In reality, I suspect the male newts arrive in time to eat the tadpoles before the tadpoles are large and strongly swimming, the protein I suppose is part of what is needed for the fine crest, they seem to have an inexhaustible appetite for dapnia, and I have seen them eat goldfish pond sticks moving with the wind on the surface of an ornamental pond. I envy you, newts have always been, for hard to fathom reasons, my favourite Mother Nature endorsement of wildlife gardening. The 'common' newt is rare and localised in my native Northern Ireland, and all other species are absent. In Kent, where I lived for some years, Great Crested Newts seemed to be the commonest species, spectacular, if rather large for a modest pond, at least for the comfort of the eye. I had toads in my pond in London, in incredible numbers. I witnessed next door's cat try and eat a toad once, the venom on the skin had the cat leaping and dancing for a few moments, it then left the toad colony alone.
Now here in urban Berkshire, I have to have wire fencing, dark green, plastic coated, an ugly mesh over my pond, large enough to let frogs in but too much for the heron, who sometimes stands on my roof looking down, somewhat demoralised, but though I don't mind some predation, a heron can deplete a small wildlife pond of all the breeding adult frogs at one breakfast. The magpies and jackdaws have been eyeing my goldfish as sushi, in my small formal ornamental patio pond, I actually don't begrudge them one or two medium sized goldfish for hungry chicks but they too can deplete a pond of all but the dark coloured immature fish, but I'm wise to them and have a raised galvanised concrete reinforcing grid over the pond on pebbles, too high for them to reach down to grab a fish, but, they too 'window shop'.
Robins, nuthatches, blackbirds and tits have all been bathing in the shallows of my wildlife pond this season, they seem unperturbed by the plastic mesh.
This is truly a time of year when new life bursts forth, good for the soul. And amphibians are so primeval in some respects, they reinforce our perception of the earthy joy and strength of the life force. Time for a glass of red while the sun is still shining and before the evening turns chilly in the garden.