However that is the infantry, we expected it in season.
It is the heavy artillery that is disconcerting, to scare the birds off the winter crops. It varies from sounding like a car door slamming shut through to something falling over in the loft. All it takes is a car battery, a timer, a gas bottle and a tube, all sounds very terrorist related ! However the booming sounds are mini gas explosions and certainly do seem to exercise the crows for 5 minutes before they come back and tuck in.
So mister hunter, after the game that finds it hard to escape, leave the poor pheasants alone, bag a few crows for luck before they escape to Mordor.
So with a boom bang a gong in the background we have been planting fruit trees (although more like burying them at times before we got the hole depth right), Bramley. Laxon and Cox will be in our little orchard with guest appearances of Greengage, Apricot and Cherry for light relief. For the first time (since snow does not seem likely) the old Land Rover is seeing some 'real' work as a pickup truck. However since it has sign writing from previous owner saying 'CrowTrees" on the side of it, maybe I'll call off the hunters to stop me being potted for lunch as well.
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