I Can See This Ending Badly .....

  I met Seamy in town the other day. He's Tommy's brother. And they bought Eddie's old place. Making them my new, nearest neighbours.  Seamy told me that Tommy had got himself an aviary. And had populated it with budgies.

  Of course, my first thoughts were for their safety. I said how they really oughta get a trap or two down alongside that aviary. Even better, get more around their close perimeters. Head the fuckers off at the pass.

  I didn't try to push my idea though. I've long since learned not to waste energy on pushing brick walls. Seamy just about exhausted his own patience, waiting for me to finish my own few sentences on the subject.

 Then he firmly stated that a bit of electric fencing round the thing would take care of it. 

  I didn't bother asking if he expected a herd of flesh eating cattle to turn up. 


  Happens that I was up their end, the other day. Seamy was pottering about. We met. Exchanged. I could barely have missed the aviary. Nice sized one, up by the front door. I gladly accepted the invitation to take a closer look.

  Dear god. What can I say? Our main winds, here, come howling down from the west / south west. So, Seamy's advised Tommy to shield off one side with polycarbonate sheeting.

 The East side, of course. South is the front. West is completely exposed to the fierce winds and lashing rains that come down off that mountain.  No way would I leave a Dog exposed to them.

  Winding round the 1" thick kick board was a single strand of thick, galvanised wire. Four inches up. Three out. Electrified by who knows what? I thought how their two Jack Russels would be far more at risk there.

  Studying the woefully thin guage welded mesh. Held on by randomly spaced staples ..... I found myself staring at one, particularly sparsely stapled length. Thinking;

  " Right there. That'll be the weak spot the piney finds. He'll have that ripped open in no time. And in he'll go ..... "


  Oh well. I really can see this ending badly .....