…..a fox came to visit. We heard the hens making a rumpus and my son saw the fox slink off with something between it’s jaws.
We found some tell tail signs of feathers –
…and followed the trail down the track…..
…across the field and under the fence, across the small river.
Poor Tiger, one of our young cockerels has gone. Early morning breakfast. Such is nature. Tiger was a feisty young fellow, so I expect he put up a fight. I imagine the fox with a sore nose.