All go to bed indoors now. Well, not our indoors. What I mean is, that they go to bed in their in their own bedrooms, except two hens who park themselves high up in the fig tree. Even the two geese are put indoors, their ‘indoors’ being the wood shed, which is now almost empty because the various items of wood have been used up. Two geese? Yes, two. The males. Where is the female? In a fox’s tummy, that’s where.
Half dressed I zoomed through the house to the front door, clumping rather than zooming, but speedily did I clump, shouting my head off as well, only the words were all sort of jargled, it being not easy to do a clumpy speediness plus breathe at the same time. To the door. Outside, Lester following, not sure of what manner of berserkness I was suffering from. I saw the hen. Thought her a goner. At the same time I saw that the wire which serves as the back gate was still open. The geese! Where were the geese! Always they are in the Courtyard, tucked in by the chickens. It was pouring hard with rain. Had been for hours. We had been complacent, kept indoors by the ongoing downpour. Ah, but that fox had chosen its time well. Must have watched. Saw an opening.
Lester, Bools and Gus go on a hunt. No sign of her.
Everyone is in bed. In the morning not one peep from anyone. It is raining hard again, but normally the geese are chatting, Orpy is crowing, the pigs are making piggy type noises, and the sheep are starting to rev up. Today, silence. I suppose this is what would happen if we did not have animals here, this silence.
And tonight, they walked themselves back into the Hut without hardly any shepherding efforts on our part. I did feel tearful as I watched them go up the ramp. I don’t think those two boys are ever going to go in the freezer.