By Andy Snyder There were gunshots on the farm this week… gunshots at sunrise.
As we poured a steaming cup of our morning coffee, we looked out the window to see a red fox sneaking his way through a pile of brush we cut last week. He had his eye on our flock of sheep in an upper field.
We watched to see how far he’d take it. Was he curious… or was he going for the kill? We’re expecting newborn lambs any day now, and we figured he found one before we did.
As he crouched down and slid on his four short legs through …read more
