A sad awakening

We awoke this morning to scenes of violence and carnage in the Davey front yard. Some predator capable of burrowing has left one guinea pig dead and taken the other. I suspect a fox. It dug a very neat burrow into Daisy's cage. How Tom was taken from his cage I am not entirely sure. We, of course, heard nothing.

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