Monday, 23 December 2013

Christmas Dinner?

About three days ago I was standing in the larder when McFlurry flew the full length of the yard and only just missed flying straight into the door at head height "that was a bit weird" I thought...  Just seconds later brown hen comes streaking up the yard with a fox hot on her heels... and sadly then her neck.  At noon in daylight straight past the dogs door having come right through the barns, I may have muttered something like "my, what a bold brave fox" or there may of been more swearing.

Today he was back, the clues being the feathers all over the barn and McFlurry a soggy shaking sad chook sitting on the roof.  Its war but there has already be too many casualties for there to be a good outcome.

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