Marauders on the loose

Look what I found this morning on my garden path while I was sniffing around for a bit of late dandelion and an overlooked overripe Victoria plum. Someone had committed murder in the night although I didn't hear a thing. Whoever it was, and I have my suspicions, could have eaten some of the poor creature instead of just biting its head off and leaving it there for the flies. While the dottie was staying here she caught three flies on the window but at least she ate them. I was very proud of her because she was such a baby at the time.

When I go outside it is usually to help with the daily chores, not to kill somebody. This time of the year there is log stacking to be done. Each lump has to be checked in. I wouldn't like to think of beetles or spiders being burned alive, they are such useful creatures, so it's a lengthy job. Then there's the tidying round the back door. Lanky herbs have to be nibbled down, you can see the expert job I did with the parsley and the edges of my grass patch trimmed. It's all go now the nights are drawing in.

If I lived in a hutch my day would end there but in the house I have lots of things to keep me busy when I've finished outside. I find I doze more now I'm six and I like early nights and a slow start to the day.

In human terms is it sixty, Harve?