Something's on the move

After a wet day, I came home to find the snails were out in force. I fear an assault on my sweet-peas, they may be gone by dawn.
I refuse to put down slug pellets, I am not a tree-hugger but I will not kill the snails because they eat my plants....snails are supposed to eat plants. But I would love a huge group of thrushes to arrive....they are meant to eat snails!

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....... Oh, sunshine --- take me now away from here
I'm a needle on a spiral in a groove.
And the turntable spins
as the last waltz begins
And the weather-man says
something's on the move.
Ian Anderson