A mystery with my edits…
Midday. Blood curdling screeching of foxes – probably cubs – from the hedgerow up the field … Millie (a cat) stands, or crouches, in the kitchen doorway with with her ears flattened on her head. She looks at me in alarm. On the kitchen floor, a patch of fresh blood: a mystery. A field mouse? No, surely too much blood? Pale red blood, soaking into the brick a mortar of the kitchen floor.
I walk up the field to investigate.
Read on in Notes from Walnut Tree Farm on page 111.