Silly bird

So Husband dug up this bamboo root with barely a shortage of breath.

While I continue plugging away at the smaller roots.

When I dug up the first big stone slab I wasn't concerned; I've since dug up another eight and I'm beginning to wonder: were they there for a purpose? It is a raised bed but you wouldn't use big expensive stones for the base, would you? 

As I'm sitting there digging away I think, it's okay, it'll be fine. I'm very much a glass half full person. It's not as if I'm endangering the foundations of the house. The worst that could happen is that a giant crater appears and I'll fall into it and find myself at the bottom of a pit. There used to be mining in this area and probably underneath our garden.

As I'm sitting there I also notice a blackbird in the greenhouse, or more correctly, trying to out of the greenhouse. I keep shouting, "Just move over a bit to where the gap is. You got in, you must be able to get out again." But apparently not: I had to open the door wide for him.

Earlier Husband showed me the remains of a fig.

He'd seen a bird, probably a sparrow eating it. It seems sparrows and blackbirds will do anything for a tasty fig. Silly birds. Much like someone who left her phone out in the rain overnight. (It's fine.)