I'd certainly try the beer-trap or organic pellets if we grew vegetables nowadays, but we're a bit too lazy. Actually, I secretly quite like the big fat things. Husband had never seen one before until I called him outside to look. I just wish they'd leave some of the treats for the poor birds.
My sister (who was poleaxed by Covid19 many weeks ago and feared she'd never recover her old strength) told me today she has chopped down a 15ft tall elder tree and sawed it into sections. Her gardener (called 'Abe'!) will be coming tomorrow to haul it all away on his trailer.
I was so joyful that she has obviously got back on top of her health.
Isn't that good news? And proof that gardening is a very therapeutic activity!