I had to smile reading Wilf’s latest episode. We too have had lessons in gardening, and many of our plants have been anihilated, or nibbled down to stumps. It’s all par for the course ….
Back in a flash
“Well that’s got rid of them,” I said to my wife with satisfaction, knowing how shy dassies are in the wild.
Half an hour later we looked out the kitchen window and there they were, on the lawn, in the flower beds, in the trees, munching …
We could not harm them, they are far too amusing and attractive, chubby fellows of about three to five kilos with smooth brown coats who, when not eating our garden, perch on the boulders or bound across the rocky “beach”. Their tiny dark babies, up to six at a time, are cuter than Disney’s dreams.
We have been in a state of Cold War for over fourteen years now. It’s not painful (except when one of us gets bitten). It is a titanic clash of wills: their skill and cunning versus our cunning and skill, gardeners’ dedication versus…
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