Meeting your match
Anyone who regularly undertakes fox-control duties, particularly on farms, will have at some point come across a very worthy adversary that no matter how hard you try, the said fox always gets lucky for one reason or another.
However, I believe in the adage that you only have to get lucky once with a fox, whereas the fox has to get lucky every time. It just so happens that for almost three months on and off I’ve pitted my wits against a fox that has frequented a particular farm and managed to elude me or survive by the skin of its teeth on numerous occasions.
I’d first seen it about during the early morning lambing sessions and sat out one cold morning, at first light, to try and catch it heading back to a small wood where I was sure it had an earth.
A couple of hours after dawn, I spotted the
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