So it turns out the squirrels have developed a rather effective tactic of sitting on the wheat to flatten it, then nibbling off the ears. Combined with some effective backup from the portly pigeons means what there was of my crop has largely disappeared.
I have a feeling it's time to admit defeat, though I will be more conservative with my bench-flour in future.
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| What's left of the harvest. |
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