Foxy

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At home this morning with my sick boy, we were both alarmed when the dogs went off their heads.  Jemma Jack Russell was hysterical and Milo Goof Head Irish Wolfhound caught the fever and was leaping around like an oversized Jack Rabbit.  I had left the gate open when I took the smaller kids to the bus, so I guessed a local dog had wandered in. 

Not quite.  It was a fox and he was standing on the mobile chook-run, worrying the Pekin family I have in there.  He didn’t care when I bashed on the window, and barely looked up when I let Jemma (rabid with rage) out to see him off.  It was such a shock to see a fox attacking in broad daylight, a desperate measure indeed.  In fact the fox was so crazed with whatever disease he apparently had that he ran up to the back door, like I might let him in.

I’d never seen such a poor, mangy looking specimen with great patches of fur missing along his spine, and flaky grey skin showing through.  The brush of a foxes tail didn’t exist on him – he had merely a stick.  I’ve only ever seen half starved dingos around the parking areas of Alice Springs look so poorly and I’m surprised because we’re tripping over rabbits at the moment, despite the drought. 

It was a tribute to the Uncle Joe’s Mobile Chook Run that he didn’t have a hope of getting into my chickens, not even the 6 week old chick in there, and I was lucky he didn’t try to scale the large coop which would have been easier to break into with that amount of desperation and I’m still shocked that he wasn’t concerned about my presence at all.  I held Milo back because he would have chased him off the property and then gotten lost (and shot if he wandered onto sheep paddocks) but Jemma gave him short shift.  The fox left the property about 20 minutes ago and Jemma is still out there carrying on:

“I may well have been lying inside, snoring on the big bed before, but I’m out here now buddy and you better not even THINK about coming back! I’ll rip you apart!  I’ll tear you to pieces! I’m watching you and I’ve got this perimeter sorted!  You were lucky this time, but never again!  You hear me??  Never again! I’m tough, I’m bad!  That’s right!  I’m…ooohh, there’s some toast one of the kids dropped…I’m hungry, NO, I’m badf, I’ll chewf yourf head off like this toast, mmmmmmff, you hear me?”

She’s barely paused for breath.  Even the chooks are starting to look like they’re getting a headache.

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9 thoughts on “Foxy

  1. Actually James/Dennis he was a pitiable creature indeed and although I really, really don’t like foxes at all, I also felt sorry for him. Foxes are terrible pests in Australia; they can decimate family pets in a night and will return again the night after to finish off the rest. But this one was clearly sick and on his own. I didn’t even want Jem to get close enough to touch him. I didn’t realise what a feisty thing she is though.

  2. From the sounds of things the OH and I are going to have plenty of targets once we move down that way and want to practice shootings things other than paper nailed to a board 😛

    I too feel sorry for that fox though. A quick death really would be the kindest thing for him. Have you thought about getting a .22 just for knocking off rabbits and foxes?

  3. Feel sorry for the fox but also for your chickens! Really pleased they’ve got a strong house to live in. And it sounds like your dogs weren’t going to let anything happen to them!

    Hope the fox finds something decent to eat otherwise I doubt he’ll be around for long.

  4. Em, I couldn’t have a gun on this place with my two lads…they’re fascinated and I think the temptation would be too great…they’re trying to talk me into an air-rifle. You’ll have foxes and rabbits galore when you get to Cooma…also possums, bandicoots, wallabies and wombats!

    Absolutely Lavenderbay! If I’d been quick enough to get a camera it would have been a great advertisement.

    Welcome Hilary, you know, seeing the dogs doing their ‘job’ makes me realise their importance on a place like this. Jem is tiny in stature but her loyalty and fierceness are elephant sized!

  5. As long as you keep it locked up, and teach the boys about the safety issues I am sure there wont be any problems. You will lose your licence and guns if you dont comply with safe storage regulations so they could only even have access with you there anyway. Even I can not legally access our safe until my licence app. goes through and the spare key is locked away as well. (I dont know where!)

    When we have kids we will teach them to respect and use a rifle safely as soon as they are big enough (and we deem them mature enough…so maybe when they are 50 😉 hehe) but it will always be locked safely away where they cant get to it without our approval and supervision. I would rather they know how to handle a firearm safely and responsibly so if they do ever have a chance to use one unsupersvised, they wont do anything stupid!

    And I am not trying to talk you into it 😛 but um…you should get one 😀 An air rifle might be ok but I would be inclined to stick with a .22 to make sure you get a quick clean kill. I hate pest animals but I still dont want them to suffer.

    Oh and rabbits and foxes, hell yeah! But I wont be shooting any natives except for the occasional roo.

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