This morning I looked out of the back window at the lawn and found myself gazing into Homer Simpson's eyes.
What on earth could a big cuddly Simpson head be doing on the grass out there?
My best guess - foxes. There was also a big black fox poo on the grass next to the head (which had actually turned out to be a slipper), to assist in my identification of the culprit.
This weekend I'm off out the back with a strimmer and spade to clear the undergrowth at the bottom of the garden - hopefully I'll destroy their habitat.
one step at a time.
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