Every time we arrive on our plot the first thing we hear is the heavy beat of pigeons wings as they flee from their favourite hunting ground. No brassica dare expose its leafy goodness outside the protection of a net or it’ll receive a death by a thousand pecks.
To help ward off these flying felons we’ve installed a hi-tech piece of kit that harnesses the power of wind: a toy windmill. Apparently they don’t like the noise and movement of the whirring plastic blades. Last year we dangled unwanted Phil Collins CDs from string in the hope that the shiny reflections might scare the feathers off their backs, but it didn’t seem to have much affect. If the windmills don’t work then we may have to revert to those CDs. But play them instead.
