Putting the bins out can be a much underrated activity. I often find myself wheeling the recycling out beneath a troupe of pipistrelle bats skittering and dancing in the twilight; toads too must be carefully negotiated on wet evenings. And how could I forget the year a robin nested in our green bin? Recently, I had a particularly dramatic encounter. Retrieving the black bin, I was shunting it back into place when a large bird of prey took off from only a few paces away.
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