In message , Grimly
Curmudgeon writes
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.

Because the foxes way of hunting and providing food relies on storage.
He/she will kill as much as possible while the opportunity is there and
then take it away. If your neighbour had waited a few days the fox
would have been back and removed most of its kills. Trouble is people
intervene with the process and think it was just killing for the sake of
it and not eating what it had killed. OK 40 is a shade excessive, maybe
it had a big family to support?

Many years ago we decided that the foxes and badgers were in league with
one another. The fox would break into a henhouse, kill all the hens, we
would then bury the carcasses and a fortnight latter the badgers would
come and dig them up for the grubs that were now feeding on them! Often
used to imagine them plotting this :-)

Interesting visions. Enjoy your breakfast..........

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Bill