Just taken from the bathroom window, I thought you might like to see a picture of our pal with his ‘mate’, the artillery shell is the ultimate deterrent in case he gets to be too much of a nuisance.
Just taken from the bathroom window, I thought you might like to see a picture of our pal with his ‘mate’, the artillery shell is the ultimate deterrent in case he gets to be too much of a nuisance.
Now wood pigeon, i do have a great recipe for.
Would that be in a red wine sauce, I’ve tried that, not bad, but I found pigeon a bit gamey and fiddly, I thought it looked a bit sad sitting on the plate to.
Some of the items for sale in some of those wierd European delicatessons leave a lot to be desired.
What you could buy in my missus’s uncles local corner shop in Budapest was fortunately untranslatable, but interesting nevertheless, whatever it was.
Wierdest thing I ever saw on sale, in France too, was Blackbird pate, probably stunning to eat, but morally bizarre.
Now wood pigeon, i do have a great recipe for.
Would that be in a red wine sauce, I’ve tried that, not bad, but I found pigeon a bit gamey and fiddly, I thought it looked a bit sad sitting on the plate to.
Some of the items for sale in some of those wierd European delicatessons leave a lot to be desired.
What you could buy in my missus’s uncles local corner shop in Budapest was fortunately untranslatable, but interesting nevertheless, whatever it was.
Wierdest thing I ever saw on sale, in France too, was Blackbird pate, probably stunning to eat, but morally bizarre.
How can a discussion about a rat turn into something so personal, well, there you go, thats what folk are all about I suppose.
Have tried Bill Oddies trick of introducing an alien object on to the scene, this is supposed to drive him away.
In this case it’s a large cheery, furry, squeeky banana with a face, one of Scooby Doo’s abandoned toys.
Unfortunately all Mr Rat wants to do is give it a good seeing to, I must admit, it is rather amusing to watch his efforts, perhaps he’ll get so carried away that he won’t notice one ‘fierce’ Jack Russell sneaking up on him.
I’ve been working here since lunchtime and no sign of his nibs, the garden is full of birds at the moment, but no furry face has appeared from under the shed.
Quite frankly on the last few sightings he appears to be so nervous that he’s perhaps decided that life isn’t too easy here, especially after last night when Scooby would not leave the area of the shed and made it clear that serious trouble was ahead for Mr Rat.
If anything happens, he’ll get a decent burial too, I wouldn’t dream of chucking our pal over the fence.
I’ve got 2 woodpigeons on the bird table at the moment, OK, they are a pain and are keeping all the other species away, but they are such attractive creatures, no way could I blow them away with my air rifle, anyway all I have to do is open the door and Scooby will soon see them off, he hates pigeons, he can’t fly though.
How can a discussion about a rat turn into something so personal, well, there you go, thats what folk are all about I suppose.
Have tried Bill Oddies trick of introducing an alien object on to the scene, this is supposed to drive him away.
In this case it’s a large cheery, furry, squeeky banana with a face, one of Scooby Doo’s abandoned toys.
Unfortunately all Mr Rat wants to do is give it a good seeing to, I must admit, it is rather amusing to watch his efforts, perhaps he’ll get so carried away that he won’t notice one ‘fierce’ Jack Russell sneaking up on him.
I’ve been working here since lunchtime and no sign of his nibs, the garden is full of birds at the moment, but no furry face has appeared from under the shed.
Quite frankly on the last few sightings he appears to be so nervous that he’s perhaps decided that life isn’t too easy here, especially after last night when Scooby would not leave the area of the shed and made it clear that serious trouble was ahead for Mr Rat.
If anything happens, he’ll get a decent burial too, I wouldn’t dream of chucking our pal over the fence.
I’ve got 2 woodpigeons on the bird table at the moment, OK, they are a pain and are keeping all the other species away, but they are such attractive creatures, no way could I blow them away with my air rifle, anyway all I have to do is open the door and Scooby will soon see them off, he hates pigeons, he can’t fly though.
For my sins I was watching the first ever episode of ‘Doc Martin’ on ITV4 last night.
For those who don’t know, it’s all about a GP played by Martin Clunes who lives in a mythical Cornish fishing village, in a house with views to die for and, as we all, know it’s filmed in Port Isaac and the surrounding area, which, like the setting for ‘Kingdom’, is a place we know and love.
In last nights episode, he was forced off the road, looked like Bodmin Moor, and was given a lift home by the local copper in his Landrover.
To my surprise, they were suddenly driving round an airfield, which was devoid of buildings but had lots of runways, taxiways etc all intact, then over our heroes shoulder I could clearly see the derelict control tower of Davidstow Moor, having just read this thread, I thought it was an amazing coincidence.
I wouldn’t be surprised if more scenes where shot on the airfield in further episodes, I haven’t seen many myself as its not the most cerebral of TV programmes, has anyone seen any of it.
Oddly enough, I’ve been on holiday in that area several times over the last few years, but, unusually for me, never had a sniff round the place, it can’t be very visible from a major public road, however, I must have driven right past it last year, but I recall that on that particular day the weather was so foul that you couldn’t see past the hedges on the road.
Well, it was definately a Walls autogyro, basic model without bits added, anyone who flies down to Pinewood at his age deserves a medal of the highest order, can anyone confirm this.
Vegetarian by any chance?:rolleyes:
Oops, sorry, didn’t realise, nature/animal lover = veggy, must become one of those, then go on to the ultimate goal of becoming a vegan and recycle all my shoes, then trot off to the nearest church for a few ‘Hail Mary’s’ for all my sins and hideous guilt at not wanting to kill a rat.
Besides, whats wrong with being a veggy, does anyone have a problem with that, you obviously do.
Vegetarian by any chance?:rolleyes:
Oops, sorry, didn’t realise, nature/animal lover = veggy, must become one of those, then go on to the ultimate goal of becoming a vegan and recycle all my shoes, then trot off to the nearest church for a few ‘Hail Mary’s’ for all my sins and hideous guilt at not wanting to kill a rat.
Besides, whats wrong with being a veggy, does anyone have a problem with that, you obviously do.
The EDP is not known for the accuracy of its reporting nor the quality of its ‘journalists’. That report is just about up to par.
Moggy
Wierd, what was the point of making that statement, I don’t recall seeing any F-15’s and the cockpit shots were clearly from a Tornado, they must have been junked as unsuitable.
If you are shooting humans with an air rifle you need to be locked up.
Rats do not deserve respect, they spread disease and damage property where ever they are. The use of an air rifle is not disrespect anyway.
As for ‘dickheads trying to destroy nature’ well that is a pretty meaningless statement.
Are you a pykie by any chance, or almost as bad, one of those people with a ‘Countryside Alliance’ poster in their window, though you should perhaps consider your belligerent quotes on your ‘character’ site.
As for your last statement, you must live in a parallel universe, unknown to us.
I presume the local eejits don’t really mean to carry out their acts of destruction on our lovely riverside walk, the beer cans and plastic bags that they throw in the river and it’s environs must accidentally fall out their pockets, along with the supermarket trollies, stolen bikes, syringes, and general cr#p.
Its a shame that they unknowingly walk into newly planted trees and knock them over and obviously mean well when they accidentally set fire to a centuries old oak tree.
Obviously the local wildlife appreciate motorbikes being illegally ridden through their habitat and during the winter enjoy a bit of warmth from those stolen, dumped and torched cars.
The local authority help as well, they like to run gang mowers through the nesting sites of rare birds, well, gives em a bit more room doesn’t it, also gives more space for the local druggies to sit around and aim their lager cans at whatever rare butterfly they can spot, not that there’s many left.
What cracked us up last night was watching Bill Oddies current nature programme, guess what, he has a rat in his garden and has the same problem as me, trouble is, many offspring have appeared to.
He’s tried every remedy without resorting to nasty measures, I will be interested to see how this pans out.
If you are shooting humans with an air rifle you need to be locked up.
Rats do not deserve respect, they spread disease and damage property where ever they are. The use of an air rifle is not disrespect anyway.
As for ‘dickheads trying to destroy nature’ well that is a pretty meaningless statement.
Are you a pykie by any chance, or almost as bad, one of those people with a ‘Countryside Alliance’ poster in their window, though you should perhaps consider your belligerent quotes on your ‘character’ site.
As for your last statement, you must live in a parallel universe, unknown to us.
I presume the local eejits don’t really mean to carry out their acts of destruction on our lovely riverside walk, the beer cans and plastic bags that they throw in the river and it’s environs must accidentally fall out their pockets, along with the supermarket trollies, stolen bikes, syringes, and general cr#p.
Its a shame that they unknowingly walk into newly planted trees and knock them over and obviously mean well when they accidentally set fire to a centuries old oak tree.
Obviously the local wildlife appreciate motorbikes being illegally ridden through their habitat and during the winter enjoy a bit of warmth from those stolen, dumped and torched cars.
The local authority help as well, they like to run gang mowers through the nesting sites of rare birds, well, gives em a bit more room doesn’t it, also gives more space for the local druggies to sit around and aim their lager cans at whatever rare butterfly they can spot, not that there’s many left.
What cracked us up last night was watching Bill Oddies current nature programme, guess what, he has a rat in his garden and has the same problem as me, trouble is, many offspring have appeared to.
He’s tried every remedy without resorting to nasty measures, I will be interested to see how this pans out.
You need an air rifle (perfectly legal without license in the UK) and a good torch. If he comes out during the day skip the torch. Put down some bird seed, take up a comfortable position then just wait until he arrives. A gentle pull of the trigger and problem solved. You will have one air rifle and probably 499 pellets (they come in tins of 500) left for when his filthy disgusting disease spreading, egg eating, vermin friends return. Alternatively you can use it to extend your diet to Pigeons, Rooks, Rabbits and Squirrels.
I already have an air rifle, a powerful one too, but it gathers dust in the corner, I save it for local human scum, animals deserve more respect, thank you very much.
As for the old Jack Russell, he’s lived in the country most of his life and is very adept at catching rabbits, sooner or later he’ll get lucky, he spends most of his time lurking round the shed these days.
Ratty can’t get inside the shed anyway, and I suspect he spends his time wandering between gardens, I had a good look at him through the binoculars the other day, he doesn’t look like some city dwelling piece of vermin to me, he is after all a natural species who just got peed off with trying to avoid the dickheads trying to destroy nature around here, apart from avoiding the dogs, I suspect he has a nice life here, good luck to his resourcefulness.
You may think I’m mad, but I’ve always lived with rats whichever house I’ve had.
The best story was when I lived in a Victorian house in Witham. Next door was a Jack Russell enthusiast who did all sorts of hideous night time animal catching activities with his dog, but he never sussed out the rat living under his shed. It was when I found the thing had moved its abode into my fridge that I got the hump, it took some doing to corner it and despatch it with a spade, hated doing it and it upset me, but my ‘then’ missus was seriously ill in bed at the time and I couldn’t risk it getting upstairs. Daft sod next door didn’t believe me till I chucked it over his fence, one seriously in trouble dog.
You need an air rifle (perfectly legal without license in the UK) and a good torch. If he comes out during the day skip the torch. Put down some bird seed, take up a comfortable position then just wait until he arrives. A gentle pull of the trigger and problem solved. You will have one air rifle and probably 499 pellets (they come in tins of 500) left for when his filthy disgusting disease spreading, egg eating, vermin friends return. Alternatively you can use it to extend your diet to Pigeons, Rooks, Rabbits and Squirrels.
I already have an air rifle, a powerful one too, but it gathers dust in the corner, I save it for local human scum, animals deserve more respect, thank you very much.
As for the old Jack Russell, he’s lived in the country most of his life and is very adept at catching rabbits, sooner or later he’ll get lucky, he spends most of his time lurking round the shed these days.
Ratty can’t get inside the shed anyway, and I suspect he spends his time wandering between gardens, I had a good look at him through the binoculars the other day, he doesn’t look like some city dwelling piece of vermin to me, he is after all a natural species who just got peed off with trying to avoid the dickheads trying to destroy nature around here, apart from avoiding the dogs, I suspect he has a nice life here, good luck to his resourcefulness.
You may think I’m mad, but I’ve always lived with rats whichever house I’ve had.
The best story was when I lived in a Victorian house in Witham. Next door was a Jack Russell enthusiast who did all sorts of hideous night time animal catching activities with his dog, but he never sussed out the rat living under his shed. It was when I found the thing had moved its abode into my fridge that I got the hump, it took some doing to corner it and despatch it with a spade, hated doing it and it upset me, but my ‘then’ missus was seriously ill in bed at the time and I couldn’t risk it getting upstairs. Daft sod next door didn’t believe me till I chucked it over his fence, one seriously in trouble dog.