Call me soft but..? I picked a beetroot from one of my raised bed old baths yesterday afternoon. I brought it into the kitchen and placed it in the sink.
A few minutes later I was summonsed to the kitchen and asked to remove a young snail from drowning.
Believe it or not I felt sorry for old Snaily and dutifully carried it out to the garden and gently placed the beetroot leaf and snail in the herbaceous borders.
I know one day it will grow big and devour my veggies but for now I let it go free. Perhaps I should have painted it's name Snaily on it's shell? Then next year when I see it in my cabbages we can reminisce and discuss how I saved it's life? But if it doesn't leave my brassicas alone I will not be a happy bunny ..
Oh dear. If Snaily had appeared in P's veg patch it would have ended up on the blackbird's dinner table.
ReplyDeleteI would be tempted to throw it into a field JayCee but this young snail was only small and...? I once knew a lad who use to leave dog food out for a rat every night. He watched it through his window and insisted that it was the same Brown rat that appeared every night. Silly lad.😊
ReplyDeleteSmash 'em between bricks. The only thing to be said for older snails is that they make a more satisfying crunch.
ReplyDeleteThat's not very Christian Tasker. What about Brian the snail from The Magic Roundabout? He was quite intelligent and sensible.
ReplyDeleteIt is surprising that you didn't pop that young snail in the old Northsider mush. An excellent appetiser or hors-d'oeuvres with a dash of salt and pepper and a blob of brown sauce.
ReplyDeleteGramps used to stomp on them on the path on his way to the outside toilet. I'm conflicted. I don't want to kill them but I wish they would leave my fruit and veg alone. I try to blame all the damage on slugs. I feel less kindly towards slugs.
ReplyDeleteYes Tigger slugs are a nuisance. Snails carry their house on their backs. I think I prefer snails.
ReplyDeleteIt would have to be HP brown sauce YP. Thanks for the French cookery suggestions. 😊
ReplyDeleteWhat a good man you are. Our snails either go in the pot or get a new life over the wall, as far as I can throw them
ReplyDeleteThat was a very kind act. I pick up snails in the street that are walking across pathways and move them out of immediate harms way. I also apologise when I inadvertently tread on the them in the garden unseen in the grass. I know they eat my plants so I grow more as back up. I really don't think much of people who deliberately kill creatures for the fun of it. Yes! Your last photo would make a great still life! :)
ReplyDeleteYou EAT them Linda? I don't think I could eat a snail. Yours must be edible ones like the French eat? Frogs and birds help keep them away.
ReplyDeleteHi Simone. I like your pragmatic grow more approach to slugs and snails. I wish I could paint I like that photograph. Thanks.
ReplyDeleteI've been finding them crawling up the glass inside the greenhouse in the last few weeks. They get pulled off and thrown onto the grass - escape v birds = 50/50 chance.
ReplyDeleteNo doubt he has come away from this experience feeling very fortunate. I can hear him telling all his snaily friends: 'Leave his garden alone...he's one of the good 'uns, that Northsider is!'
ReplyDeleteHi veg artist. I was watching Chelsea Flower Show last night and some Hosta growers used garlic spray to keep them away. They don't like copper either. We get them in the polytunnel and I pick them up and throw them over the fence into the field whilst my wife often treats them to slug pellets for breakfast. I don't like using them.
ReplyDeleteI don't think his parents and grandparents would talk highly of me Debby. I gave them free flying lessons.
ReplyDeleteI hear if you set a saucer of beer out, the slugs are attracted to it, but it kills them. The beauty of it is that if you pour a bit of beer in the saucer, you surely don't want the rest of the bottle to go to waste, do you?
ReplyDeleteSlug pubs Debby are the name we call them. They have their last drink and no doubt put the world to rights?
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