Shooting foxes
Grandad January 2nd, 2010
Our family seems to have expanded over the holiday period.
As well as a dog, two guinea pigs, an occasional hedgehog, a squirrel, Bertie the Heron [who I haven’t seen in a while] and a semi-tame wife, I now seem to have a fox.
Reynard first appeared on Christmas night.
I don’t know how the fuck he gets in or gets out, as the fencing here is nearly good enough to keep Sandy from wandering. He’s quite tame and occasionally leers at Sandy through the glass doors. That doesn’t go down too well with Sandy as you might imagine.
I always know when he’s around as he trips all the silent alarms, though he hasn’t discovered the minefield yet.
I have tried photographing him, but the bugger is a bit camera shy and fecks off when he sees me trying to get a shot.
I did manage to get a shot of him last night, while Sandy was trying to tear a hole through the wall beside me. Photographs are silent, so you can’t hear the sound of teeth on concrete, which is probably just as well as it is second only to the sound of a nail being dragged across glass.
It’s not easy shooting foxes.
- Around the garden
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Lovely picture Grandad. Raynard looks a bit constipated. Maybe you should dose him with something to settle his stomach..
Happy New Year Grandad
I’ll try leaving him out some of my infamous stew? Guaranteed to shift anything.
Put him ‘in’ the stew. Beter than my infamous road kill stew.
You know my attitude to animals – I could never harm them. Humans are a different kettle of fish….
Must be something buried in the garden… (tourists maybe?)
Foxes in globally cooled West Cork – http://www.anwr.org/gallery/images/08-Arctic%20Fox.jpg
There was a fox up on our garden wall last night – and it’s six feet high! No idea what they’re on, but they seem able to fly.
Mick – Your garden actually looks colder than mine? I’m impressed.
Ian – Red Bull?
Aww . .youre lucky, they fetch $2 per tail here the feral perils. I have them too but speedy little buggas, very hard to get on camera. I know they’re about because the dog goes ballistic.
Reynard is quite tame, and is not particulary phased when I stare at him through the window. He just has a knack of wandering off as soon as I have the camera fired up.
It’s 11.13pm here, and Sandy is lying at the window waiting and watching for him to turn up. He usually doesn’t appear ’til around midnight though. I haven’t the heart to tell her.
Are ye sure that’s not a rat?!?!
Arhonda Bend´s last brainfart ..
A rat as big as a small dog? Fuck! I’m in trouble!