A perfectly-placed "fuck you"

[frightened]

Found an incredibly neat vulpine paw-print on my allotment yesterday, right on one of the bits of wood I'm using to measure out an area for a potential chicken coop. As if to say "Want chooks, do yer? You'd better start burying that galvanised mesh now, girl. And don't even think about using chicken wire. I eat chicken wire for breakfast. Then I eat yer chickens."

I'm still going back and forth on the issue of whether it's realistic. Ordering a proper coop is a basic starting point, not the last word in foxproofing. Then it's down to Wickes for rolls and rolls of steel mesh. And then there's humans, a vicious and stupid species I dislike far more than mere instinctive predators.