My excitement at the birth of a new fresian was slightly tinged yesterday when I found a pile of feathers at the bottom of our field. The day before one of our ducks hadn't made it home and then yesterday this find led me to suspect the duck hadn't wandered off somewhere to sit on eggs, but had met a slightly more grizzly fate.
One of the things we love is to see how 'free range' our chickens and ducks are when they have liberty to head all over the field and down to the stream, but this comes at a price as I guess that they are prey to foxes.
So far we have lost remarkably few, so we had decided it was worth letting them have their freedom and I do hate to see birds 'cooped up' in tiny runs with no sustinance.
Maybe we will have to think again - at least until local foxes have finished feeding their cubs and the chasse reconvenes.
I have managed to fry my legs today by being a typical Brit in the sunshine and falling asleep on a lilo in our inflatable pool. I only woke up when I snored so loudly I nearly fell off the lilo. No doubt an uncomfortable night beckons!