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Monty didn't hiss today. But his mother did, of course.
I keep finding drifts of hay in the street. I tend to pick them up and put them in our greenwaste bin (which already gets road grit from me sweeping leaves out of the gutter). I think they're from those fabric sausages that construction crews place around street drains when they're going to be blasting mud into the street. I always thought those contained straw, but I can't think of any other source. It really seems to be hay, not pine needles. I suppose some people could be letting their extremely old grass clippings escape ...
I keep finding drifts of hay in the street. I tend to pick them up and put them in our greenwaste bin (which already gets road grit from me sweeping leaves out of the gutter). I think they're from those fabric sausages that construction crews place around street drains when they're going to be blasting mud into the street. I always thought those contained straw, but I can't think of any other source. It really seems to be hay, not pine needles. I suppose some people could be letting their extremely old grass clippings escape ...