As some of you may know, we keep chickens.
Since the Weasel lives less than 30 kilometres, as the swan flies, from the place where this dead swan was discovered, we may have a bit of a problem.
The news is now of hourly relevance to us and for now I shall be off making plans and trying to find out the best way of dealing with our little dears. Current thinking is to erect a covered run for them, but it could end up that the only sensible thing to do is to kill them.
Not a happy day for us, and though we have had plently of time to anticipate it, the reality is a very different thing. The Weasel is not a happy mustela.
Posted by Wrinkled Weasel on Wednesday, April 05, 2006