So, couple of weeks or so back now ~ having long since stared up at the bitch Pine Marten, peering back down at the Dogs and I, from my store rooms chimney pot ~ The inevitable happened.
I unscrewed the boards I have over the disused, little fire place. And found this:
She nests in the roof space, see? The kits get big enough to mooch about. They fall down the chimney and can't get back up.
Lucky for them, I'm still alive and alert. Nothing deserves to do a Poe slow shrivel in a dark tomb.
First things first then; I gave them a bowl of water. And my fucking dinner! They Really enjoyed those pork and apple sausages! Bastards!
Had to do the 'Broadmoor' routine, for a couple of days, of course. Locking doors behind myself, religiously. Dogs ever managed to get in there? There's be a Lot of 'crime scene' type cleaning to do!
Funny little fuckers. They show no fear what so ever. Don't even try to bite, if ye touch them. (And, I had to physically pick a load of them up, last year)
As it is; This time, in agreement with the the appropriate authorities ~ our NPWS ~ I built these little sods a ladder to Leitrim.
The bitch was coming down, out of the lintel above the rooms window. I was standing there, in the compound, gazing, nose to nose, through the window at her!
I grabbed a crafty clip of them, on the window sill, where they'd found their preference for being.
I grabbed a crafty clip of them, on the window sill, where they'd found their preference for being.
Next day, they were gone. I was surprised, as their coats were still quite fuzzy. Maybe she'd decided to shift them away to somewhere she felt they'd be safer?
If I'm completely honest? I was a bit disappointed, to find them gone, so soon.
But, a couple of items, on the back window sill were displaced. They'd clearly followed the bitch out that way. Now, they're in Leitrim.
Next year? Things will be different. Watch this space!
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