Suddenly, in the space of one week, the number of nests in the pine tree in front of the house has risen from two to over ten.
I thought we had been spared the annual invasion, given the cold and wet weather we have had this March. But it is as many as we had in the photo I took in March 2016.
I need to shell out to get rid of them as quickly as possible, as they are so dangerous for the four grandchildren, arriving next week, and Poppy.
I have just rung the pest man, Serge (rapidly becoming a friend because of all my bestial invasions) and he is going to see how much and when.