Whilst walking across to dig some potatoes, I noticed out of the corner of my eye, a pile of colourful snail shells that attracted my attention.
The snail shells were all gathered in a small heap in front of a stone. The thrush finds the snails and carries them to the stone and smashes them to get at the tasty meat inside, then breakfast is served. The heap has appeared after a wet day and night which must have encouraged the snails to venture out to forage, more fool them.
I wonder if the thrush would like garlic butter with the breakfast feast?