A kick-start on the maize marauders
Apr 07, 2021
5 minutes
My clicker had packed up and I was starting to feel tired. It had been a busy day but as soon as I thought I was going to get a bit of a rest, we were off again. A small group arrived and I managed to nobble two out of the five. The other three turned away but one pigeon peeled back enough for a shot. Both barrels and not a feather; it was time for a break.
I went and had a quick clear-up, got back in the hide and poured a cup of tea from my flask. I looked across the flailed maize, with dead birds everywhere, and the vast field beyond it and asked myself how I ended up here. I hadn’t really been focusing on flailed or standing
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