VIEW FROM A SWING

Yesterday I took photos of my garden from a low level, a slug's eye view, so to speak: a lazy reclining view rather than a bird's eye view.   It occurred to me that you get a totally different perspective while reclining on the hammock/swing. 

Speaking of slugs, I saw something this morning that really surprised me.  I was watering the hanging baskets and trough and I noticed that there was a slug dangling from the trough on a silvery thread.  It was just hanging, mid-air, swiveling and I thought it had caught itself on a spider's thread.  Apparently not.   Minutes later, when I looked again, the slug had gone.  My question is this, if a slug has to lower itself on a long gluey thread to get out of my flower trough, how did it get in the trough in the first place?  I can only assume that they arrive with the plants when I buy them from the nursery.  I shall have to watch out for that, the little suckers.

Also, this morning, a robin came into my garden.  I was just standing in the doorway looking out and it landed on the fence, then came onto the lawn.  It came so close to me, so brave and trusting and disregarding of my cat, Alfie, who was somewhere in the house behind me.  The robin was collecting bread that, maybe, some other bird had dropped.  I've seen a number of robins lately and yet this is the first year in my life when I have noticed robins outside of the summer months.  There seem to be so many.  Why is that, I wonder.