A very angry and emotional post this morning so I will keep it short. Just before we left for the school run I went down to feed the chooks their daily ration of sweetcorn as I always do to be greeted with the most horrendous sight.
Five of my girls lay with their heads ripped off and Babs is missing completely. It looks like Reynard has made an early visit to us and had his fun. After seeing this my feelings are that the sooner they bring back fox hunting the better. Don't be fooled by that doggy look and fluffy tail .... they are evil. My chicken run has six foot wooden fencing down one side and 6 foot wire on the others but the b......d still managed to get in. We are not in the countryside this is urban fox at his worst. The thought of the terror he must have inflicted on them is unbearable. So before anyone gets sentimental over Mr Foxy Woxy take a look at this.
Brutal I know but what was I saying about Mother Nature yesterday.
As I sit here now in the morning sunshine I have to decide on the last resting place in the garden and how to explain it to the children later. I a very sad and very very angry.
