Ditch Shitter Just Wrote .....

Ditch Shitter Just Wrote .....

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Wednesday, October 19, 2011

One of Those 'Eureeka!' Moments .....


 I knew, as of some days ago, that Chris, my Ringing Trainer, was due up here today. It would have been that anticipation that led to me waking up yesterday, realising that I'd just been Dreaming about mist netting and ringing birds!

 That's par for the course though. Chris reckons he dreams the same thing, even when he's wide awake.

 And today, we were doing it, again. Though it turned out to be the dullest day we've ever had here, by far. Two Coal Tits. One Great Tit and a Gold Crest. 

 There, literally, just wasn't a bird to be seen. I suspect The Idiot's feeding them seed and has drawn the flocks. Bastard!

  And that's probably what got me day dreaming ~ as I made the umpteenth round of tea ~ about catching shit like Rooks and Jackdaws. What savage craic that would be!

 But, then, I thought about it. I'd need a fucking great 'Cage'. Walk in size. And to make a " Ladder " type top for it. All that 2 x 2 and chicken wire. Cost a bloody fortune!

 That's when I started breathing faster. Eureeka!!!  We will catch 'Black Crows'!

 What have I got out there? Fucking Eight by Four foot aviary! All powder coated. Bolted together from pre formed panels. Standing empty, since I used it to drive the Magpies away from here.

 I told Chris we'd be in business. Tonight, I checked my files. Yeppers! There's a dead easy form of 'Chimney' entrance I can knock up out of a length of roof baton and a bit of scrounged chicken wire! Jackdaw, Rook and Crow.

 I can knock that up. Whip a roof panel off my aviary. Chris and I can easily lug the aviary itself down to the corner of the field, by the big trees.

I'll feed the buggers the best I can find. Watch their confidence and numbers build up. I'm dreaming about black clouds here. Enough to make Hitchcock smile and snuggle down, warmer in his grave!

Get the buggers flocking here daily, for their cheap but plentiful bait ~ Rolled Oats? 35 Kilo's for under a tenner! Let them build up till they're as numerous as the sparrows on my nuts. Just wait till Chris is due back.

 That day, I close the door!

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