Dogs told me I had a visitor and, glancing out, I saw it was Noel. WTF could he want ....?
Leaning in his van window, to ask him as much, I saw a shotgun beside him. Interesting.
Turns out he'd seen two young mink, fucking around at a hollow rotted, broken off tree stump.
Very Interesting! I said I'd fetch my fuckin shotgun!
Five minutes later, there I am, staring intently at the offending tree hole. Noel's stood beside me. I give a little call. Nothing happens.
I focus my intense gaze on the hole. Call again. Nothing. Noel shifts his feet. Probably thinking about cattle.
Fuck cattle! I'd just abandoned my fucking dinner to be here! But, still, Noel made his excuses and left.
I called again. Again, nothing. Thinking I might want to set a trap, I walked down the cattle path and examined the terrain. M'hmm.
Walked back up. Heard the abuse. My hearing is so shot now though that it seemed to be coming from all around me.
Never mind. I stood still and scanned with my eyes. And there she was! Screaming piss and vinegar about my calling and her having youngsters and Bang!
I just will not put up with an abusive fucking female! Not at my time in life! Charge of #5 shut her the fuck up!
Met Pat, on the way home. Then Noel. Oh, what happy bunnies they were!
Of course, I had to have a go at Pat! " You called her?! How in bejesus do ye Call a mink?!? "
So, I cupped my hands round my mouth and gently called; " Mink! ..... Mink!!! "
Poor Pat. I love the guy to bits. That's why I give him such shit! 
Anyway, there ye go. Job done, inside ten minutes. My reputation, for a doer of what I do, now just about off the fucking charts, with the people who matter.
Get my arse back up there, tomorrow, with a trap or two. Sort out those youngsters
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