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.

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  1. Bloody shame. Can't you pen them in more securely? Or something? Not that eggs are any good as food anyway, in my opinion, it's just that chickens are such a lively part of allotmenting. Ah well.

    My uncle Gordon was driven similarly bonkers by bunnies last year. Guns most definitely have their uses. I am not joking.

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