On my rounds at The Farm today I noticed that there had been some skulduggery in the new orchard. The protective fence around the trees had been leaned upon, stretched, bent and torn. I looked around for clues. The ground has been scraped and clawed at in this area over the past few weeks, nocturnal worm hunting by badgers I would imagine. But surely brock couldn’t reach up that high, and as there is no fruit on the trees I can’t think what would interest them. The rabbits have been a problem in the past, but since we laid the paving slabs around the bases they seem to have lost the will to burrow beneath the new trees. A bunny big enough to cause this damage would be the stuff of nightmares. So who could it possibly be?
All of a sudden I had the strange feeling that I was not alone, that I was being watched. Slowly I turned and behind me, on the brow of the hill, silently watching my every move, were none other than the infamous Pony Posse. We have history, me and this gang of reprobates. Not only was there the Great Pasty Theft of 2015 but also previous orchard incidents, as I wrote about in Deception Explained. I had heard that they were out on bail, and might have guessed they were involved. It had their hoof prints all over it. All I can say is “don’t forget who is wearing the white stetson in this movie”.