Bad boys

I had a work party at the nature reserve this afternoon and moved the three Dexters into another compartment so they didn't bother us (they love to nibble the branches of any small trees we fell, especially ash). They could still hear us working and bellowed their disapproval of being shut away. The one in the centre led the cacophony with the others joining in every now and then. Tomorrow I might have to feed them a few ash branches, just to make up with them.