in memoriam

At night the fox regularly checks his reserves under the shed and takes a snack…

I can tell as he leaves his big footprints and some feathers in the snow. Our hens and our beautiful cock were adorable. I really miss them but I know they had a very happy life. Here is a picture of our brown hen picking my black currants. They knew what´s good.



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