At 8am I was on the phone with my father-in- law. He was wishing me a very happy birthday, which confused me slightly as my birthday is not until tomorrow .
Anyhow I had just put down the receiver when an unholy noise coming from the Ukrainian village , made me bolt through the front door and across the lane. Shrieking hens and honking geese mean just one thing.......a fox.
The fox was huge, the biggest one I have ever seen close up, and he whirled around in a flash of red as the field animals took up joint defensive positions up towards the safety of the field gate. In front of him stood the Ewes, with their heads held up defiantly, both were stamping their feet angrily on the ground. The geese were positioned behind them, honking in unison as the much smaller and vulnerable hens flapped their way to safety ontop of the Church wall and hen house roofs.
It was teamwork at its very best.
The fox turned as I arrived and was gone in a second.
It's been years since the last daytime attack.
Winnie and George are now watching over the field animals and all now is quiet.