
The other day I met Fergal.
Or at least, I think I did.
Maybe it was Finola?
If I could speak froggish, I’d ask everyone about their names. Alas, it’s beyond me.
Fergal doesn’t move around much but when he does, he springs into action. One short leap for woman is a giant leap for frog kind. He feeds on slugs, so Fergal is a good pal when it comes to pest control.
The slugs will always munch a share of the plants. Before they get a chance to scoff the lot, we can harvest some food, thanks to the frogs.
Geese also eat slugs, however there’s no need to have them patrolling the allotments when Finola and her frog family are around.

I met four geese in Limerick during the Summer. They seemed very content. While I was watching them, they decided to take a snooze and nodded off, one by one. It was like a contagious siesta.
Geese tuck themselves in, just like cats do, before taking a nap.
In the garden, a solitary goose might be lonely wandering around the raised beds. It would be better to have a group of them. I’m happy to keep life less complicated, and watch frogs.