When walking the house dog Billy near home, I stumbled upon a not so pretty sight of murdered foxes and a lone deer foot thrown over a pile of rotten tree trunks outside of the woods. It’s sad that I only ever see these animals dead and never alive. I’ve grown up thinking this countryside was a peaceful and dreamy place, but the past few years have proved me wrong. It’s like a blood bath!

The farmers kill day and night, which means my cat has a daily curfew. Poor Louis.

One good thing comes out of this though, it means I can get some first hand references for my illustration work. I’d rather the animals were living though. Maybe expect to see some fox work from me soon.

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