Two Rhubarb Stocks and One Very Dead Fox

We had a very exciting morning here on the farm.  While rocking Alistair to sleep, I noticed Charlie bolting like a race horse across the paddock after a flash of red.  Sure enough, the fox was back and quite determined to have chicken for its lunch.  Charlie chased it out of our barn yard and into the equestrian park next door only to have the fox turn around and try to get into the chicken run for a second time!  Charlie was having none of it.  Bucking like an insane bronco, she chased the fox out again.

By this time I had unceremoniously dumped Alistair on the play mat, interrupted Ian's teleconference with his boss with a frantic "Fox! FOX!", and raced out to the barn yard like a crazy person intending to protect my chickens and ducks by any means necessary.  All I have to say is that it is a good thing that Ian can keep calm in a moment of crisis and that he is a damn good shot.   A very short time later, we had one very dead fox laying in our driveway. 

Our after nap outing seemed quite mundane after this craziness.  Seamus and I headed into Kinburn to pick up some new rhubarb stock.  Our old ones are just not producing and we figured we might try planting some new roots in a new spot.  We are dreaming of rhubarb ice cream...

Charlie does not like rhubarb but she does like fresh carrots and apples.  We brought her out a big bowl of them to congratulate her on a job very well done.  That'll do donkey, that'll do.