Chicken Hunter

Freya and Arya being in the temporary run on the lawn was always going to interest the foxes. I've got some footage of them checking out the run in the wee small hours, but in the light tonight the big fox turned up, then ten minutes later the wee mate. She was much more interested in the chooks (granted Isla had a go at the big 'un, though he stood his ground a bit before I went out), and circled as the chickens watched from behind the bars (before retiring to the house). Foxy had a pull at the rain cover, and then jumped on the roof (conveniently have a pee on the handle that closes the door of the house).

Rhubarb bitters are ready (and made part of a great boulevardier with some new bourbon); and then remembered about the bramble whisky that was put down 6 months ago and was ready for bottling 4 days ago...