We returned in the new year ready to resume picking our purple sprouting broccoli, only to find that the pigeons had beaten us to it. About half the heads have been pecked. In my youth, I would have set up a hide, put out some decoys to draw in the unsuspecting birds, and shot them out of the sky; vermin and supper, both solved. After a few sessions, the depleted flock would move on.
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