We grow our own food in a suburban village in the North East of England. Follow us as we keep up the battle to be self-sufficient.
Monday, 31 March 2014
The fox ate my dinner
We have had another fox attack. It happened in the early hours of Saturday morning. The ducks are put in an enclosure at night but somehow they managed to get out. The result was that one of the young drakes we hatched in the autumn has gone. The other drake, hatched around the same time, was badly injured. His leg was broken and we had to put him out of his misery. Both were being raised for meat for us, not the foxes. The one we had to kill will be plucked, gutted and roasted soon.
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