... and on Thursday the iron came but the roofer did not. Probably too windy - as was Friday.
Dave turned his attentions to the pukekos. They had been very much in evidence recently and had clearly checked out the inside of the house a few times as well as sampling bits and pieces in the veggie patch. The internet suggested the only known repellent was to hang up a dead friend and by chance, the next morning, Dave found a suitable candidate by the side of the road. Very surreptitiously he managed to get it to the car and then the section and hung it up for all to see.
He was so pleased with his conquest, we both hurried back on the Wednesday morning only to find it had been interpreted as a party sign, and seven of its former mates had arrived already.
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