We were somewhere around Barstow, on the edge of the desert, when the
drugs began to take hold. I remember "OG"
saying something like:

In my cousin's experience, you get the eggs until the fox gets the meat. :-(

The most annoying thing is, the fox doesn't bother it's arse eating its
kills, it just keeps killing.
My neighbour lost 40 chinkens one night a couple of months ago.