Fox!

When I was milking this morning, the duck flock came charging into the barn, quacking like crazy.  When I went into the barn yard, I caught sight of a red fox and sent Delilah after her.  Delilah faithfully did her duty and chased the fox off the property.  I have one duck missing and three ducks with minor puncture wounds.  I found a pile of speckled sussex feathers so the fox may have got a hen as well.  If she came back repeatedly like I suspect she had done before I caught sight of her, she probably has kits and will return again.  I called and warned my farmer neighbors about the fox.  I went to the range and practiced with my new 22.  Everyone got locked up extra tight tonight.

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One Response to “Fox!”

  1. Carlotta Shearson Says:

    The fox went out on a chilly night,
    He prayed for the moon to give him light,
    For he’d many a mile to go that night,
    Before he reached the town-o, town-o, town-o,
    He’d many a mile to go that night,
    Before he reached the town-o.

    He ran til he came to a great big pen,
    Where the ducks and the geese were put therein,
    “A couple of you will grease my chin,
    Before I leave this town-o, town-o, town-o,
    A couple of you will grease my chin,
    Before I leave this town-o.”

    He grabbed the gray goose by the neck,
    Throwed a duck across his back,
    He didn’t mind their quack, quack, quack,
    And their legs a-dangling down-o, down-o, down-o,
    He didn’t mind their quack, quack, quack,
    And their legs a-dangling down-o.

    Then old Mother Flipper-Flopper jumped out of bed,
    Out of the window she cocked her head,
    Crying, “John, John! The gray goose is gone,
    And the fox is on the town-o, town-o, town-o!”
    Crying, “John, John! The gray goose is gone,
    And the fox is on the town-o!”

    Then John, he went to the top of the hill,
    Blowed his horn both loud and shrill,
    The fox he said, “I better flee with my kill,
    Or they’ll soon be on my trail-o, trail-o, trail-o!”
    The fox he said, “I better flee with my kill,
    Or they’ll soon be on my trail-o!”

    He ran till he came to his cozy den,
    There were the little ones, eight, nine, ten,
    They said, “Daddy, better go back again,
    ‘Cause it must be a mighty fine town-o, town-o, town-o!”
    They said, “Daddy, better go back again,
    ‘Cause it must be a mighty fine town-o!

    Then the fox and his wife without any strife,
    Cut up the goose with a fork and knife,
    They never had such a supper in their life,
    And the little ones chewed on the bones-o, bones-o, bones-o,
    They never had such a supper in their life,
    And the little ones chewed on the bones-o.

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