I have been the victim of a sustained attack today but I am pleased to say I have emerged victorious.
It was like the Battle of Britain out there with the massed formations of the avian invaders launching wave of attacks after waves of attacks, like a modern day feathered Luftwaffe. I assumed the role of plucky Spitfire fighter, striving against the odds to keep my green and pleasant lands free from the evil Thanos and his depraved minions. I was stationed on the Kent coast (the patio) whilst the dastardly Thanos and his formations assembled in France (the Ash tree) and again and again they came looking to land on my lawn. It was touch and go if I could keep them at bay before exhaustion took its deadly toll and I was forced to retire to the bunker (the house) but this Norfolk is made of strong stuff. Barely able to draw breath between the assaults my defences held until the enemy, recognising it had met its match, sank away licking their wounds and once again peace returned to these rolling hills, this green and pleasant land, this England.
I was exhausted......being a hero takes its cost and I crept upstairs for a well deserved sleep on the bed...but I was simply too tired to make it and had to sleep where I fell. But it was the sleep of the victorious.
To paraphrase the late great Winston Churchill. "Never, in the field of canine pigeon control has so much, been owed, by so many, to one Norfolk. If Norfolks live for a thousand years men will say, 'This was his finest hour."
Goodnight.....
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