As I finished the milking today I heard the cry or bark of a fox nearby, not unusual, but it did seem quite close so I popped out back to have a look.
Thirteen goats stood there starring over the electric fence at a fox about 30 meters away, just behind a wired fenced area that our neighbour keeps for vegetables. Then I spotted Boris sitting down in the garden area minding his own business with his back to the fox. Has Boris gone deaf I wondered, the fox continued to bark at him and was only 5m or so behind him with a very flimsy wire fence between them.
‘Boris, get out f there, Boris, Boris’ I shouted hoping to get his attention whilst looking for my phone to take a picture or video. Then the fox made it through the fence just as Boris had started to walk towards me. I dropped the phone and jumped the electric fence hoping to scare the fox away before it got to Boris.
Boris has a very lazy style of walking, and not just because of the winter fat he is carrying, he walks like that because he’s the top cat around here, but even then when he gently turned his head to look what was happening behind him his pace SLOWED down! The fox was making ground fast, certainly faster than me, and Boris and me for that matter.
‘BORIS’ I shouted again, just as the fox was upon him and still a good 20m away from me.
Fur up, claws out, a quick one two move, no doubt making contact, and the fox did a runner!
I nearly gave him a hug, but then I saw what he did to the fox and had second thoughts J