Hunter's NightIt was a pleasant Summer's night. It was mild and clear, with enough Moonlight to see my hill field's dry-stone walls. But, that made it a Hunters' Night.Hunter's Night2 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
I huddled under my cape in the stock enclosure's guard niche. Behind me, the llamas, sheep and small cattle huddled together. I kept flexing my grip on my staff lest I cramp.
I'd seen 'Big Puss', one of our barn cats, patrol the field wall's line about an hour earlier. An inky swirl of motion, a bitten off yelp suggested Puss and her weaned kitties would eat well tonight. A minor predator, she was safely gone before any Heavies could arrive.
First up was the wicked wedge of a male Great Fox. His red eyes scanned my field from the wall's stile notch. He focussed on this enclosure. Surely he could not see me, but the wind blew that way.
Great Uncle Tam had taught that foxes were clever, but only took the lame, lambs and carrion. This, though, was a Fall Beast. No calf or young sheep was safe until yearling. And, even then, a Great Fox