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                                            The Gander.

All was quiet in the Farmyard. Chickens with young chicks were pecking away the geese had taken over the pond only one duck had braved the presence of the Geese and swam around the pond as if the geese were not even present. In fact all was much too quiet. Something told me that that trouble in one form or another was on its way. I sat on the wall quietly not moving just waiting.

Then out of the corner of my eye I spotted a Fox. Slowly it cleverly made its way to the pond taking advantage of every bit of cover no matter how small. The Gander although it looked as if it was asleep let out a loud squawk and the geese literally ran across the water of the pond their wings were flapping away. I had my stone ready in my catapult waiting for a chance to shoot the stone at the fox.

To my surprise the geese ran not away from the fox but towards it. The fox now realised the danger it was in and breaking cover it ran as fast as it could out of the Farmyard across the fields. I managed to let fly with two stones but sadly missed. The fox lived to have another try on another day. The duck took no notice at all apart from lifting its head as the geese ran across the water to attack the approaching fox.

The Gander now left the pond and strutted in front of the returning geese. All went back to the pond. The chickens seemed to be the only ones that took no notice of what had happened before their eyes it was as if they had no knowledge of danger. Later the fox returned only the hens with the young chicks were in the farmyard pecking away at whatever it was they saw on the ground. This time without the geese the fox was lucky it managed to snap one of the hens. This time I had no geese to worry about and my catapult’s stone hit the fox on its back left leg. It dropped the hen. Who ran off squawking and complaining back to what she thought was the safety of the other hens with their chicks.

The fox made another attempt but my catapult with its specially picked stones from the bed of the river foiled its attempts. The Farmer came home from the cattle market. Asking me if there was any thing out of the ordinary that had happened I replied that all had been quiet and that the cows had all been milked the milk was in the dairy waiting for the cream to settle so that it could be separated from the milk. Butter had been churned and all was well while he had been to the Market.

The two cows had obviously been sold or he would have brought them home with him soon two new calves would be occupying the stalls where the two cows had been before being sold at Market.