Friday, January 17, 2014

WHAT DOES THE FOX SAY, REALLY?


What does the fox [really] say?

Yum, yum, as she prowls the fence around the poultry yard, eyeing that flighty hen, that giddy guinea, that strutting tom.

Yum, yum as she slinks around the pond, eyeing those sitting ducks and silly geese.

I will admit, the fox is a beautiful animal, with those big ears and eyes, that rich red color, that bushy tail—you want to pick one up and bring it home to curl up on the hearth.

But—when you lose that perky little bantam Auracana hen, who would fly over the fence in the morning, and would stay out till the last minute in the evening (prime times for fox predation)…when you lose that handsome white Muscovy drake…and most of all, when you lose your precious Jizzy, it is more than you can bear to see one of those beautiful foxes skulking around.

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