So last night I decided to nip ootside for a fag. Yes yes I'm smoking again but I still consider myself a non-smoker. I have one, maybe two, roll-ups* a day and I'm not bothered I don't even have those.
Anyhoo, so I went outside for a ciggie and decided to walk around the house. In the distance I could hear the foxes screaming and coughing as I got to the back of the house it got louder and louder.
Finally back at the front door there was an almighty commotion filled with much wailing and screaming and coughing and high-pitched barking. I came in and told Brad and I said that I thought it sounded like a a fox had got one of the sheep.
Fast forward to this morning and I'm sat at the kitchen table drinking coffee, reading blogs and looking out the window (I'm so multi-talented) when I see the farmer dragging what looked like half a carcass across the field, dumping it on his quad-bike and heading off into the distance.
I do so love the views from here.
*Cigar sized