19 June, 2012 
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Late evening. A time when vermin come out. A time when Harvey, our Border Terrier, heads out on night patrol.
“No rats, boss.”
“No foxes, either.”
“Looks weasel free.”
“A-ha! Dog treats. C’mon boss, hand ‘em over. I’ve done my bit, all’s clear. C’mon!”
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Terriers are the best… I don’t think there’s ever been a fox near our chickens.
Weasels? Bloody hell and I thought we had problems with dingos… We use a Maremma to keep our stock safe. Works flawlessly for defence but doesn’t catch rats.