Bog Myrtle & Peat

Just a few hours after declaring my intention to start a full scale war on the fox population of the Chayne, the first steps have been taken. The villain responsible for terrorising my partridges over the past few weeks was brought to book under a silvery moon last night. It was the first shot fired in anger with the new CZ .222 and it was most satisfactory. Gone are the huge bangs and kicks of the .243 – there was nothing but a sharp crack and a reassuring thump from the receiving end.

I brought the vixen’s brush home to show the puppy and she spent the next ten minutes savaging it in a particularly violent fashion. The first fox of December has fallen – now I have fingers crossed that others will follow close behind…