This is a large volume to contain, Khali is a large bird and deserves a bit of space. One might think that she would be sufficient deterrent, but judging by her reactions when she is out on the fist, her natural prey is toddlers and ginger tom cats. I don’t think she is interested in small stuff like rats. There is a wire roof over the three quarters that is not her shelter. The wire extends down over the trellis that sits on top of the fence panels making the back and sides. I have wired the bottom nine inches of them to meet the breeze blocks, half buried in the ground, which they sit on. The front is wire to the ground.
A tunnel exit has appeared some three feet into the aviary, damn!
My impulsive partner, who found it, rammed it full of stones, a shame the enemy knows we are aware of his presence, but he will not realise a skirmish with pickets has alerted the as yet silent trumpets.
I am resisting calls to impulsive action, whilst I probe the enemy gently. I am seeking different fronts to engage him. I am finding places where the ground lies undisturbed, suitable for ambush. I am establishing safe zones, where he is lulled by quiet and a little food. I am planting casual obstacles which direct his route along well trodden paths. I am mustering resources all the while. I am placing my technology where it will become a familiar object of contempt. I am planning a co-ordinated assault to engage all units simultaneously. I aim for total annihilation of all that have found foothold within our boundaries; a Carthage, a Delphi, a Jerusalem.
The dark forces lurking beyond the Rhine ultimately overwhelm, even a Marcus Aurelius can only push them back, but within the area under my dominion, inside the garden fence, some sort of order will prevail for as long as I have strength and will, and my wealth and tribute will not be stolen by barbarian outsiders.
Real men take vermin seriously; you want to hear me on pigeons! Aerial warfare!