Russell (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} bassman99) wrote,@ 2009-06-30 22:39:00 |
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ON THE PROWL
Less than two weeks into summer and Bess has become a twenty-four-hour killing machine.
Matchgirl’s slumber is interrupted even more than usual by victorious and insistent yowls (I seem to sleep through the excitement) and no small creature is safe in the garden. A mouse, a shrew and a fledgling were today’s victims that we know about; how many more were consumed in private or abandoned in the bushes we can only guess.
So it’s no surprise that the pine marten didn’t appear at all last night and that tonight he was in and out of the garden so quickly he was seen by neither beast nor human. The absence of Nutella was the only indication of his passing.
Anything that ventures into the grounds of The Rural Retreat at present takes its life in its hands. Or paws.
Less than two weeks into summer and Bess has become a twenty-four-hour killing machine.
Matchgirl’s slumber is interrupted even more than usual by victorious and insistent yowls (I seem to sleep through the excitement) and no small creature is safe in the garden. A mouse, a shrew and a fledgling were today’s victims that we know about; how many more were consumed in private or abandoned in the bushes we can only guess.
So it’s no surprise that the pine marten didn’t appear at all last night and that tonight he was in and out of the garden so quickly he was seen by neither beast nor human. The absence of Nutella was the only indication of his passing.
Anything that ventures into the grounds of The Rural Retreat at present takes its life in its hands. Or paws.
