Occasionally we have an older guy run the loader at the pit. He's been there so long he made friends with some of the wildlife.
The crows will sit on the loader with him at coffee/lunch break. He can walk up and feed many of the deer too.
Well, he also had this fox that would hop right up on the side of the loader and he'd share his lunch with him. This little guy has been hanging around the pit for ages and they'd become old friends.
Some time yesterday or last night someone shot that fox. Mr Tang found him this morning full of bird shots.
The old guy that runs the loader is absolutely beside himself. He's widowed, doesn't work much, is pretty much alone. That little fox was his buddy.
Lots people target practice at a many of the gravel pits here and its never been a prob. No equip shot up or fucked with and aside from a few empty beer cans most pick up after themselves. But, sooner or later there always seem to be that one asshole.
Sooo, my accomplishment today (other than to work through some seething anger) will be to make the old guy a couple strawberry pies.