Or at least, it ought to be, when the prey of choice is a slug (or possibly a snail relieved of its shell - it was a bit hard to tell at that range).



A pair of song thrushes have added our garden to their hunting circuit. They are hopping around quite speedily after their clumbersome prey. I noticed one repeatedly wiping its beak on the ground; whether it was cleaning itself of slime, or its future meal of dirt, I wasn't quite sure
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Only one other picture tonight - the latest addition to one of the local meadows