Vernal Equinox

I buried the fox in the backyard yesterday.  Even though its fur was soft and beautiful, I couldn’t bring myself to cut up the little creature to save the pelt.  Its limp body reminded me more of a dead pet and less of a predator that has been eating my hens.

fox, march 19

After asking several other farmers, the verdict is that he probably died from choking on feathers and bones.