The Lawrencetown worm massacre

It rained all day today which was good because the garden needed it, but bad because I didn't have my brain in gear and so left my umbrella in the car.  So did everyone else on the bus apparently, because when the rain burst onto the bus windows as we trundled over the bridge, everyone looked up from their book or paper and mouthed 'shit' simultaneously.

Then ran for cover when we had to get off a minute later.

But it's stopped now and my flip flops are drying out and so is the lawn.

Turdus Migratorius (American Robin)

From the window right now I can see eleven American Robins on the lawn.  I think that's a record for our house.  The poor worms that live beneath the grass are being massacred as I watch. 

Hoppity hop hop hop - stop.
Head cocked. 
Listen. 
Pounce. 

Another poor little worm gets hauled out of the clay by its neck, then pecked to death before the robin flies off to a tree to eat it.

I am waiting for one of the robins to encounter the two snakes that live on the front lawn.  I wonder who would win that contest.