RoginaJack wrote:Two mates, John and Pat and me were spotting bunnies out Nymbioda way in NSW one night.Pulled up to clean them on the back of the land Rover and after awhile we could hear, "chop,chop' chew, chew" coming from behind us and almost at our feet.
Moved out of the light and there was Foxy Loxy cleaning up the offal.
All the rifles were locked away, so we just went back to cleaning.The last was a milky doe and I couldn't be bothered cleaning it so I offered it to the fox, not interested, just sat there looking at it. I picked the doe up, skinned & gutted it and offered it again. The fox trotted forward, took the rabbit out of my hand, turned, smiled and winked at us and trotted of!
Yep,,,
A little anecdote that I can add from a few years back when living in SA
I was out early one morn on a property that bounded a Blue Gum plantation.
All decked out in some new camo gear and moving slowly thru the remains of the mist.
I heard and saw a large number of crows flying about approx. 75 meters inside the bluegums And making a hell of a noise.
At about the same time a large wedgie came soaring across and landed on top of the nearest bluegum to me.
I froze so as not to frighten it, and just stood there admiring it,,, with the .22 hanging over my wrist on the pistol grip.
Suddenly I heard a rustling noise and saw movement out of the corner of my eye.
There was Brer Fox (he had ran out of the bluegums and straight through the boundary fence) with a large crow in his mouth still struggling.
He was making a hard job of it trying to hold it up off the ground.
He ran straight into my leg, and then disappeared into a heavy bank of bracken fern still dragging the crow.
It happened so quick that I didn't even get to lift the rifle,, let alone get a shot at him.
I do not fear death itself... Only its inopportune timing!
I've come to realize that,,,,, the two most loving, loyal, and trustworthy females in my entire life were both canines.