A short update on Tuesday’s post when I went walking … and met a fox.
On Wednesday I went walking … and met a fox. It may have been the fox I saw the day before or it may have been a different one. It was mooching along the track towards me, not really concentrating. I stopped. The fox carried on walking, then suddenly saw or smelt me and turned tail and ran off. Morris the fox terrier was in the ditch looking for rabbits so completely missed the episode.
On Thursday I went walking … and didn’t meet a fox. However, in the afternoon Nigel the guinea fowl started making a terrible noise. If you’ve ever lived near guinea fowl, you’ll know that they’re noisy birds, but this was rather more insistent than usual and he didn’t sound like he was going to stop. When I heard the hens squawking too, I rushed out to the garden to find a fox just outside the back door with a hen in its mouth. The fox dropped the hen and the hen ran off, chased by the fox while I ran behind screaming at the fox and waving my arms like some demented being at which point Morris the fox terrier joined in too. When the hen ran into a corner the fox gave up and disappeared down the chase, with Morris in hot pursuit.
There was quite a heap of feathers and no sign of the hen for a while, but then I found her hiding her head behind a stone trough. The rest of her body was on full view, but she obviously thought nothing could see her if she couldn’t see them.
I’m pleased to report that the hen seems recovered this morning and even laid an egg.
Another update – this morning, I peeked in at one of the sitting ducks and saw a duckling sitting next to her. I hope it survives as ducks seem very careless mothers.
And the final update. It’s raining. Well, it is Wimbledon fortnight, so what do you expect.