Saturday, January 28, 2006

Toodle-oo, cock-a-doodle-doo

The hens are going from the allotment. The fox - a vixen we are presuming, with a late litter to feed, - is becoming incredibly bold, taking hens in broad daylight. The Old Man's been spending whole days there, armed with an air rifle and a vengeful attitude. But it's all too stressful, so tomorrow they go to a new home. And we're to concentrate on vegetables and herbs this coming year. Dad's downcast, I can tell.