"Summer Solstice" Two words that conjure up images of ancient, but yet very randy, druids presiding over the dances of young scantly clad woods nymphs.
Last evening, by way making merry on the last day of Spring I would suppose, a red fox came to Wolf Cairn Moor (my 100 acre bush farm), and killed my 2 roosters and a laying hen. Not the best of Summer Solstice mornings here,,,
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