A scattering of white feathers mark the end of Odin.
His hormones had blinded his peanut sized brain
And a vixen had taken advantage of his sex filled thoughts.
It's a fable worthy of Aesop
Or even the old Testament
" sex bringeth damnation"
Or something like that.
My girls have not been left unscathed by the roving predator
One Bluebell was taken from the centre of the field yesterday morning.
She was a good layer too.
The vixen will have cubs and May and June are always dangerous times for free range poultry owners.
This morning I have blocked the holes in the field fencing and have hung the portable radio in the hawthorn. Radio 5 live will now be trilling out over the fields
Radio 4 tells to frighten off foxes more , but the reception is bad today.