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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