This was my first time taking a "panoramic" photo on my phone.
Doesn't show the way I'd like it to here on my blog.
It was, however, not my first time mowing one of my pastures.
The grasses had gotten hip high.
I mowed it for two reasons.
Reason 1--the barn.
Reason 2--Mr. and (possibly) Mrs. Gray Fox.
If you go back up to the 2nd pasture picture, you'll see a red dot (gas can) in the upper right area of the photo.
Just to the right of that is a very large, very old Oak tree that fell during a storm in July.
Most folks would just have it removed, but the old thing is still very much alive.
We have two other Oaks on our place that were obviously "blown over" trees from some time before we lived here. They are interesting to look at and both alive and doing well.
This, being such a large tree and root system, has become home to at least one fox, if not two.
Gray fox are tiny, but not so tiny that they wouldn't eat a chicken if given the opportunity.
They are normally quite nocturnal, but I saw them out at 3 in the afternoon.
My chickens are out at 3 in afternoon!
My favorite chickens, the Buttercup sisters Amelia and Marie have a tendency to wander off by themselves.
They are the perfect tiny chicken for a tiny fox to grab and eat.
It would break my heart.
My solution was to mow the tall grass, giving the fox no cover to hide in.
My hope is that they will move on and find a more suitable place to overwinter.
I love all wildlife, but I love my chickens more.