So I lost another girl to the fox menace. The thing collapsed half her run, pinning her underneath it. She was in a temporary pen, because the other birds were picking on her. Tonight, the live trap is going out, with a chicken leg in it, but I want no one under the illusion that this is catch and release. Mr Fox is going to have an unfortunate yet humane accident next time it comes nosing around my coop. Then buried, or out with the green bin. I've got chicks hatching soon, can't have wily conniving little ginger monsters poking around.
I can smell the fox, its exactly like the stink that hangs around their cage at the wildlife park. Funny, that smell didn't used to bother me. Now in makes me BLIND with WHITE HOT RAGE that burns with the intensity of THE SUN.
I can smell the fox, its exactly like the stink that hangs around their cage at the wildlife park. Funny, that smell didn't used to bother me. Now in makes me BLIND with WHITE HOT RAGE that burns with the intensity of THE SUN.