Foxes, That’s The Spirits
MY DAUGHTER had rung to tell me she’d lost several chickens to foxes over the past few days and needed some help in controlling them. In past, my fox whistle and a charge of BB’s had kept them at bay; but they were back. The grand kids were still at home following the Covid pandemic, as schools were still closed and they too had seen the odd fox while out riding their motor bikes on the farm. So, the following morning I decided to head out and investigate.
As always, at least one of the grand kids wanted to tag along with me, which suited me fine. This time it was Carlo my youngest grandson
