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A question of rabbits
Rabbits come and go on the farm. Five years ago, we had a plague of them settling in the deserted garden of the old crumbling barn. The hillsides were hollowed out over a few short weeks, and the rushes were filled with scrambling bodies. They spread and spread until that open area of pasture and Continue reading
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The life and death of John McClane
We started to get to know the foxes on the Chayne. Sometimes our acquaintances lasted longer than others, but two or three individuals started to stand out as being particularly noteworthy characters. To date, “Pale Pete” and “Flashman” are still at large, but the story of John McClane is one that is worth telling. On Continue reading
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Red Offenders – The gauntlet is thrown down
I knew that there were foxes on the Chayne. I had fired at one on the 12th of August and the local hunt always turned up one or two, but nothing prepared me for my first night’s lamping there. I asked Richard, a friend with a reputation for rifle accuracy to come with me, and Continue reading
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“Shout on, Morgan. You’ll be nothing tomorrow”
Swn y galon fach yn torri, 1952
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