BRINGING DOWN THE HOUSE
Who’d be a rat? One moment you’re enjoying life with unlimited food, plenty of warmth and a nice roof over your head. The next minute your world is turned upside down and all hell breaks loose.
Sometimes it helps to think like your quarry, and those thoughts, or something like them, must have been going through the tiny rodent minds of the rats on one of my permissions recently.
It’s a free-range chicken farm, and during the day the hens roam around the area. But when the sun goes down, they march into one of several huge chicken houses where they’re tucked up for the night.
Sounds cosy doesn’t it? And I suppose it is, apart from
