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garden, and am looking forward to lots more after watching one laying eggs in my lawn last week.)Bats typically roost in caves, tall trees, roofs of houses and barns, but they will choose anywhere they deem suitable. My cousin often has bats roosting

and size, I have to empty it regularly to aerate the contents so it breaks down quicker. Every time I do this a pile of semi-rotted waste ends up on the lawn and, within minutes, insects have flocked to the garden.Dung flies are the first to arrive

.Thinking back to last year, we had snow in December. Will we get it again? Just in case, I want to make the most of the coming month to prepare the garden and keep on top of autumn jobs. Leaves need to be promptly collected, the lawn given a light trim, old

The foxes have been busy in my garden again. I haven’t seen them recently, but they leave their tell-tale signs. Occasionally I have cause to curse them, notably when I move the kids’ climbing frame to mow the lawn and find a putrescent latrine

grown hemp agrimony before, but it’s apparently a hit with butterflies, so I’m keen to give it a try.A lawn dotted with cheery crocuses in spring.A silver birch, if I have the room.The mountain cornflower, which grows so well in my mum’s garden

to silently observe them.Barn owls aren't the only birds making use of the garden. The nests of tiny, ground-nesting owls, Lechucita vizcachera, are dotted all over the lawn, flamingos and wild ducks also visit. We also saw plenty of hummingbirds, and small

hoof-prints all over the small area of lawn, right down to the picnic tables outside the back door.Gazing out through the windows, at any time of day, we were met with what I'd usually consider equally exotic garden guests: pheasants, green finches

of long grass around the edges of the lawn (which has no straight lines or clipped edges). I’m also far too soft with my frogs. When I cut down my tomato haulms the other week, I found five frogs snuggled together in the grow bag. I couldn’t bear to turf

and crime, and looks tatty. This is where guerrilla gardeners come in. They plant sunflowers, lavender, tulips – whatever they can get their hands on – and maintain those areas for the good for the community. I am currently 'improving' the bare soil, lawn

actually established it as 'his'. He now patrols it from dawn to dusk, scampering around eating apples, turning leaves and pecking the lawn for grubs. He’s not frightened of us, or anything, it seems, as he has started chasing off other birds which try