‘Reintroduce birds? You’ll have to pay us!’

Too used to handouts, farmers want more, writes Jack Power.

THERE’S a scene in one of those tweedy, Edwardian comedies, the ones that do little more than confirm that a lot of English people have no real sense of humour, where a bewildered woman is introduced as, say, Daphne.

“This is Daphne, she’s awfully sad because her son was swept away by a golden eagle at last year’s Highland Games just outside Blairgowrie. The wee chap was never seen again, not even his prefect’s lapel button... ”