| Topic: | Re:Re:Re:Re:Re:Re:Cameron Bringing in Foxhunting By Back Door | |
| Posted by: | Stuart Kerr | |
| Date/Time: | 09/07/15 11:49:00 |
...”Obviously an emotive issue ….” Never a truer word Delilah! Up here in leafy Chiswick, the foxes roam free and are truly appreciated by our throng of devout naturalists. We love it when they wake us at night, baying at the moon, pooing on our doorsteps and ripping open our black bags to display a weeks rubbish all over the pavement (not mine Rima). And what joy in the community when a whole family burrows under our fences to dig a place to have babies beneath the garden shed. Especially when limping daddy fox makes friends with next door's hamsters and pregnant mum's got the mange. Of course, the Chiswick urban fox wasn't originally meant to live here. Oh no! Many years ago he came up from deepest Acton, driven to seek new lands after competition for tearing up rancid KFC boxes became so intense there was danger of famine in W3. At first, fox life was tough amongst the barren gardens of Bedford Park. But they soon developed new tastes and miraculously adapted Darwin-style to strange dustbin meats such as beef rib and guinea fowl - with the occasional side-order of local slow pussy cat or pet rabbit. And here we shall all live and remain, happy ever after.... But as for the countryside and hunting! As a townie who knows all there is to know about farming I “naturally” abhor the hunt! And will write important letters to every MP in the house. I mean, I spend thousands and thousands every year looking after my pussy cats and my doggies. Why can't the farmer do the same for his cow? And so what if a fox gets into his hen house – the fox has to eat too! Doesn't he? |