Been out at one of my hoppers this morning. Shot one after about forty minutes then had a wait of about a half an hour, number two arrives, bang down it goes. Great, good start. Then things go a bit quiet. Along comes Mr Pheasant for a free feed from the spilt maize on the ground. Always nice to see. Then I spotted a blob of russet, guess what? Mr Fox is sizing up our feathered friend. He leaps out runs a bit and realises there is a dead squirrel in front of him. Not going to say no to a free meal he does not have to chase, so he picks up squirrel number one turns around and clears off. Mr Phe