Came round the corner at the end of my 3.5km this morning to find a carpet of white feathers on the ground, evidence of a somewhat frenzied attack, a foul deed on a fowl indeed. In the past residents with chooks learned the hard way to lock up their feathered friends at night to keep marauding quolls and feral cats from stealing their egg producers, but a few of the current crop of resident’s chooks have taken free range literally, and roam wherever and whenever they please, obviously to their peril.
Cats are actually banned from our village in order to protect native animals and birds, but being in a rural area the ferals have been a perennial problem and can be quite aggressive, especially when caught. A grey tabby cuts across my yard all the time, and being a cat lover from way back I haven’t the heart to make an attempt on his life. I figure it’s not his fault he was dumped in the bush to fend for himself, or his mum was, or his grandma. He’s only trying to survive like the rest of us.
No comments:
Post a Comment