We have intruders, I say, yes intruders! The pesky varmints!
Can you see them? See them poking their little yellow heads up out of our patch of oats?
There they stand completely clueless that this great hunter was ready to risk life, limb, bugs, heat, humidity and even snakes to capture them.
And I got ‘em! By golly, I did! Lots of ‘em!