It's that time of year when newts go walkabout. A couple of weeks ago I went for a local walk and saw a newt in the gutter, next to the kerb. It seemed stuck, unable to climb up the kerb and unwilling to walk back across the warm tarmac. It was starting to dry out in the sun. I moved it into nearby damp undergrowth, where it started to look a bit happier. I carried on walking up the road and rescued another three newts, in various states of dessication. Not good for the newts but it was a pleasure to see them close up.
Once, many years ago, I saw a newt trying to eat an earthworm. I watched for ages as the earthworm, half swallowed by the newt, tried to pull itself out and back into the ground. I had to leave before the battle was over, but it looked like the earthworm was winning.
This is a painting on silk I did recently of great crested newts.