Many, MANY years ago, I used to attend a boarding school in Rockhampton (Central QLD).
Many weekends, we used to go spend our 2 days freedom with my Uncle Jim, who had a property about 15kms out of town.
Uncle Jim had a small mob of sheep, which he kept to supply himself with meat(in addition to the cattle they ran)
Uncle Jim had a strict SOS (Shoot On Sight) policy when it came to any incursions from the town dogs, as there was a small town bordering the property to the South.
Most times, the first we knew there were dogs on the place, would be when you'd see them hassling the sheep.
So, I recall ONE afternoon; Uncle had nailed a dog that he found attacking the sheep, and was burning the carcass on a very big fire.
Just as the fire was dying down, a car drives up, with a very teary family; searching for their dear pet dog called 'Wuffy' or something suchlike.
Have we seen our dearest, sweetest, bestest pet 'Wuffy'?? He's the loveliest dog ever, and wouldnt hurt a fly!
No; no 'Wuffy's sighted around here, as Uncle stokes the remains of the fire up, and throws some more logs onto it....
As the dejected (and crying) family drives off, we were handed a blood-stained collar with a badge inscribed with 'Wuffy', and told to hurl it out into the deepest part of the lagoon that runs around the edge of the homestead garden...
Complete co-incidence...
I see there is a lady in Gippsland who is cracking the sads about the authorities confiscating and euthanasing her 3 pet foxes.
She wants the govt to drop the declaration of foxes as feral pests, so people can keep them as pets; She claims they are no worse than keeping cats!
I dunno, but the last time a fox got into my chookhouse, he killed the 6 chooks he could reach, and dragged 4 of them away to bury them for later.
I have never seen a cat do that...
[I wonder if she realizes that many people would love to have cats declared as feral pests as well??]
Take a look at this article:
http://www.abc.net.au/news/2018-08-09/t ... e/10093038My neighbor has borrowed one of my cat-traps, to catch a few of the moggies that seem to be frequenting his place.
First night netted a cute little Tabby furball.
The next morning, he comes outside to find the cage trap (with furball still inside) being given a touch-up by the 2 wild brolgas they feed daily. The brolgas are trying to spear the furball through the cage, but finding the 1" square mesh just slightly too small to get the big speary beak in to nab Puddin.
Not for lack of trying, though!
Cat is making itself as small as possible; down under the one piece of tin plate near the front of the trap...
Poor old Puddin; he seems to have had a really crap last day, by all accounts...
Cheers,
Rod.