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Sunday, 7 March 2010

R.I.P. Little

BLOODY F****** FOX. I HATE IT. Poor Little was taken today. I LOVED that little bird. She was so jolly and pretty. The peacocks roosted about 50 ft up tonight and God help my sanity if the fox gets either or both of them. My neighbour is on the case with her hunting rifle. The same fox has had a duck and a hen of theirs in the last three days.
I am distraught. I know she's (was) just a bird,but.. 
I am not getting any more. It's too heartbreaking. I know it's nature. I know it's what happens...but it really does not get any easier to be sanguine, especially when you find a pile of exquisite lemon and charcoal-tipped feathers only 30 metres from the front door. She had done so well getting through the winter and roosting up in the trees and the BASTARD had to bloody eat her. I am sorry about the language but I am incandescent.
Posted by at 8:09 PM

8 comments:

  1. I'm very sorry to hear about your loss. What a horrible thing to find.

    It makes me feel less guilty about all the foxes I've wasted with rifle and shotgun over the years...
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  2. Thanks, Lakers. I sometimes wonder why we expose ourselves to the inevitable heartache which comes with animal ownership....If I am this upset about Little, how will I be when my beloved Caramac goes ( many years hence, one hopes)? And I'm not even going to THINK about the loss of a human.....
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  3. Poor show. Commiserations.

    Next time that loungelizard alceste comes to stay, shove him in a bush overnight with a thermos and a twix and a shotgun.

    That should makea start on the reynard numbers.
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  4. Err...have you seen him in action with a gun???!!
    It might make the reynard 'start' but...
    Sorry, Alceste! I may just hand you a spade and ask you to stop up an earth!!
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  5. On the last two occasions that I went shooting I managed to miss with literally every shot. Far too embarrassing to consider going again. I am prepared to camp out with a baseball bat. And, to adapt Inglourious Basterds, if a fox wants to die for his activities - I will obliiiige him.
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  6. Hell, yes! Make sure you whup him good, so that nasty chicken-eating piece of fox s***'s pulverised remains act as a warning to his vulpine brethren.
    I do love that film! Very pleased Chistopher Walz got the Oscar...
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  7. Sorry to hear about your chicken. The peafowl may roost high up but as the nights shorten the fox will be around in daylight. I don't want to upset you, but if the fox is around early one morning, before any sign of humans, and the peafowl fly down....
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  8. Welcome, Chade. I know...but Mr and Mrs P seem VERY aware..and often do not come down until they have seen me or the BG....I just hope my observation of their 'intelligence' is just that, and not wishful-thinking...
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