So here we are at the beginning of a new season here atBiblins. Cobwebs almost swept away andno mice invasions this year. It’s alwaysa challenge to move house. Until ourmove to the Forest of Dean we had lived and worked from the same place fordecades. Now we must up and move in thethick of winter and be in again before the spring gets going. Well, at least wedo see all seasons here.
I’m sat in the office with the log fire going next to myclosed double glazed window, for the cold and damp outside, but can still hear the birdsong. They waste no time inestablishing territory and announcing their presence so I am inspired to do thesame. I’ll wait for a moment when thereare no passers-by and go to the door and make a Tarzan yell! A Tarzan yell seems right. Doesn’t quite fit with the nature of our “English”woodland, but it does announce me. Itsays “todays’ the first day of the rest of your life, get on with it!”
We have a busy year ahead. The take-up for the IOL course is good; two courses fully booked andanother looking right. The summer work withthe colleges and youth groups is already booked so business is fine. The new lightweight knife should be ready forinspection in a day or two and if all well we will get our first batch byApril. I just need to shake off the winter lard and go for it! Tarzan Yell!
The moles have devastated the grass. The winter flooding has done nothing todampen their enthusiasm, on the contrary, they are busier than ever. I can’t bring myself to trap them, I havethree traps and no desire. That’s notthe way the west was won I know and the Tarzan yell has suddenly faded to amild cough. I just don’t have the spirit to kill things anymore. I never really did, I just forced myself intothe routine. It started thirty odd yearsago when our first batch of laying hens were redundant. We became vegetarians for three months whileI plucked up the courage to off their heads. But we did it. It was the samewith my first rabbit snares. I placed halfa dozen around my local patch and went to bed and got up immediately and wentback with the torch to dismantle the lot. I couldn’t bear the thought of the thing suffering for mygratification. I didn’t really have aneed. I settled eventually for snarescloser to home that I could visit every couple of hours and then for shootingthe blighters, and only if they were at my feet.
Right! Another Tarzan yell and back to work before I’mcaught by the boss.