Today began poorly after waking from a tequila induced coma 3 minutes before I was supposed to be at work. On arrival at work and finding Mac and Angus barking incessantly at a tree, it transpired that Mr. Porky ( see Day Twenty Nine) had sadly come to a sticky end in the bow of one of our more prominent trees at the Inn. Chris and I were sent to retrieve said Porky before the odour started to drive people away. The tree in question was very high and had started to degrade making climbing it very hazardous as footing was uncertain.
Chris and I managed to lay a ladder on top of the rotting bark in attempting to secure the terrain. On arrival at base camp mid way up the tree, I tried to poke the porcupine off the tree using the swimming pool hook. Due to leverage issues, I failed to complete this task, so whilst I acted as a strut, Chris, who is not as vertically challenged as I ( 5ft2 1/2), managed to unwedge the porky using the hook.
Porky fell to the ground with a thud where we rolled him into a bucket before the dogs got wind of it ( I have had enough of quill pulling). He then received a brief burial ceremony on the furthest manure pile we could find. RIP Mr. Porky
Gandalf update:
1. Gandalf has certainly been eating his wheaties... the rack grows on.
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