He did it. The Farmer caught the fox. The crafty chook-killer was on his way back to the yard hiding under the ancient quince tree when the farmer spotted him. And got him. First shot. I went home that weekend - leaving the madness of deadline til Monday morning. While a roast was cooking in the oven, and The Farmer had finished his day on the tractor sowing more wheat, we went on a date - looking for foxes. It was great team work really. I was spotting (with a really awkwardly large spotlight while hanging out the window of the ute) and The Farmer was on the ready. Good spotting by me found a fox not too far from the homestead, and good shooting by The Farmer meant we'd saved the girls from another threat. They're free to free-range again.Wednesday, May 19, 2010
Safe As (Chook) Houses
He did it. The Farmer caught the fox. The crafty chook-killer was on his way back to the yard hiding under the ancient quince tree when the farmer spotted him. And got him. First shot. I went home that weekend - leaving the madness of deadline til Monday morning. While a roast was cooking in the oven, and The Farmer had finished his day on the tractor sowing more wheat, we went on a date - looking for foxes. It was great team work really. I was spotting (with a really awkwardly large spotlight while hanging out the window of the ute) and The Farmer was on the ready. Good spotting by me found a fox not too far from the homestead, and good shooting by The Farmer meant we'd saved the girls from another threat. They're free to free-range again.
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Oh poor Mr Fox!!!!!!!!!!!!!
ReplyDeleteThose girls had better get their act together now. No excuses for either lack of eggs or one's dropped from a great height.
Thanks for commenting on our blog! I'm happy to report laying is consistent again. But I did find an egg (remarkably intact) under the liquidambar the other day - not sure how it came to be there.
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