I Do Not Know If Foxes Have A Concept Of Time.

Or, if they do, how they measure it.

However Daddy dearest has decided to return to check on his brood. Which means the war against the fence has resumed.

https://twitterwithbraincells.blogspot.com/2023/06/the-ethics-of-cross-species-non.html

I can't say I'm particularly alarmed. What they can dedicate their entire adolescence to destroy will take my opposable thumbs all of two minutes to fix.

Even the brood are starting to think that he's nothing but a mangy old c'ck.

On a related note. 

One of the support slats on one of the doors has popped off, as it is prone to do. Being one of the doors I recently strengthened this really isn't a structural problem. However it is one of my own doors, so I'd prefer it to be perfect.

Obviously I have massive handfuls of 20mm pins. Along with massive handfuls of 30mm pins.

So I think you can all guess what length of pin this job required.

I actually picked a small smattering of 25mm pins last Friday (14/7). Thinking I'd do it today. Between cleaning the kitchen and putting an edge back on a hatchet. Having had to remove the edge in order to cure it of all its chips.

However, instead, I decided to brush up on the 75 year legislative history of a certain exemption from military service.

I'm of the opinion that Gallant is entitled to keep issuing them, individually. In Yiddish.

Anyway, returning to the point I was trying to make.

It's all a very sophisticated business.

Apparently we have to wait until all the lights in the watch-towers go off. Then be very, very quiet. So we don't alert the hoomans.

Seriously. It's like; "The Great Escape (1963)."

Only with Foxes.