Bodgers Nostrils were really twitching this morning as he let the chickens out :x
What I call the 'Cock Field' wreaked of Charlie this morning. :shock: No ! Not the ladies perfume :oops: :oops: :oops: Its the name that some of us country bumpkins have given to the poultry keepers worst nightmare the fox. :x
He must have had a good mooch around the chicken field last night and left his calling card, because his unmistakable aroma was exceptionally strong all over it.
I wont be sleeping quite as comfortably for a while until I get him. It'll definately be a matter of keeping one eye open and an ear cocked. The problem is that we have double glazing and a cat with a foot fetish. :shock: :shock: :shock: If the window is left open, our darling cat jumps in through it and then fangs hold of the nearest set of toes that are dangling from under the duvet :shock: Its had me on a number of occasions ! The b*****d
I'm plotting his, the fox not the cats, downfall right now. This is war :twisted: :twisted: :twisted: