Those beastly crows are still diving at our windows at the crack of dawn every day. Peck, peck, peck they go, waking us up at five oclock, I have no idea how you stop them but it is getting rather dull.
All the UK Alpaca fleece has been ferried up to the Wool Board depot at South Molton, two trips for our big trailer and John’s silver van. They squish it into 250kilo bags and then it goes up on their weekly lorry, our lot to Chadwicks to be scoured first of all. The barn is so empty, it’s great. Have to make sure that nobody fills it up with ‘things that might come in useful’.
Chas has arisen like Lazarus and has proclaimed himself better. This is a great relief to us all as the snarling has stopped and he is no longer high on Benylin. John gave him the cold and stood in the office, two feet from me, sneezing repeatedly – bloody diseased lot.
jo –
We have your crow!…have removed all things shiny from the window ledge thinking these might drive him a bit dotty, next morning he was hammering on the guest bedroom window, so removed the wooden duck! bit of a problem when we have B&B guests staying, who said it was quiet in the country with resident pheasents and red legged partridge, manic contractors on every bend… blah de blah de blah!
Alex A –
Those pesky birds. You should hide next to the window one morning with a tennis racquet and swat the critters as they dive.
Josh –
Guns are the answer, big shotguns.