No photos in today’s post, just the story.
We were having dinner and were just about done when Hayley took Ava-Li into the lounge room and said, “The fox is eating our strawberries!” Sure enough, at 6:30pm the fox was helping itself to our strawberries. We all ran into the lounge but it didn’t flinch at all, just sniffed around and looked for strawbs. I got my compound bow and 2 broadheads and slowly and quietly opened the window, the fox then went to our top strawberry patch, where I took aim, steadied and released. It was a perfect shot through the fly wire and through the fox! It ran off but did not get very far, dying very quickly. After conferring with Hayley, we took the whole family out to see it. Kobe-Li (bless his soul), said “The fox was so beautiful”. He got upset not so much by seeing the fox dead, but by the fact that the fox was dead. The whole thing gave us the opportunity to have a discussion with him about such things and although he was still a little teary, he eventually was ok with it. We said our goodbyes to the fox and gave it our family blessing (a Quach household thing) and I have now buried her (it was a vixen) under our Christmas tree, a Norfolk Island pine that need to escape the pot.
So was it Mr Fox??? I am pretty sure it wasn’t as it was not as big as Mr Fox (and not as cunning). Was it Moonlight??? Well… no, firstly, there was no moon (Moonlight only shows herself at night when the moon is out) and secondly, the muzzle was not grey like Moonlight’s.
We will keep locking everything up early and fox proof all new enclosures and retro-proof everything else.
One fox down, many thousand to go….
This is a photo of the shot I took of Mr Fox and missed. Shot too high....
This is the view I had of my target. Had to shoot under the tree/shrub from about 16 meters away.
Had a shot at Mr Fox last night. Big boy he was! I shot from about 16m away, my horizontal aim perfect, vertical aim, too high by 7cm… I lodged the arrow in the shed where it could have been pinned… My target arrow went through the shed and into my work bench where the head is still stuck.
There are definitely 2 foxes, as the one I shot at was big and bold, very long in the body and tail not overly bushy. I’m calling this one Mr Fox and he has to go. I have seen Mr Fox during the day a few times now, he has been the one getting the chickens during the day and the one who bit through the chicken tractor to get the ones in there. Mr Fox is responsible for the death of The General and for this, he is sentenced to death.
The second one I tracked last night and which has also been regularly visiting, was small, elegant, large bushy tail and wispy face. It has more of a white/grey sheen to it and is much more wary than Mr Fox, but is brave enough to watch TV with us. The second one I’m calling Moonlight, as it is the one I saw by moonlight a few weeks back and was mesmerized by. Moonlight… hard to say if I want to take this one out… it is such a beautiful looking creature…
So Mr Fox and I are starting up a bit of a relationship, one that is not really working out that well. Work is finishing up soon, so I will be able to really concentrate on hunting him down. My new toy came the other day and lets just say that at 15 meters he is a gonna, at 25 meters he will go quickly, at 50 meters, if I get in 3 shots, then he is bye-bye. I will keep practicing with my compound bow and hopefully at 50 meters, I will be able to pin him. Time will tell, ut until then, all the chooks will be kept inside until I can start working outside full time again.
This post is dedicated to The General – R.I.P