As I was leaving the property this morning, a dozen or so vultures were on the ground surrounding one of the groundhogs James shot on Saturday. They had just started to feast. When I returned 3 hours later, nothing was left except a skeleton and some skin.
Earlier, when I opened the back door, I startled a fox that was eating a chicken. It dropped the chicken, ran a short distance, stopped and looked back, then ran off to the woods. Ten minutes later, I looked out and the chicken was gone. I think the neighbors behind us must have chickens. Their home is in the direction I see the foxes coming and going. We will need a guard dog.
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