Got up this morning 0600, took the terrier out. As I walked around the corner of the barn I looked up the field to be greeted by a big dog fox sat on the banking chewing on what I thought was a rabbit, untill it tried to drag it away. It turned out to be one of my four week old lambs. Went back to the house for my rifle, waking everbody in the house getting it out of the cabinet but when I got back it had gone. The lamb was big, fit and healthy the evening before when I went round them. I have had them taken at a day or so old but never when they are four weeks old. Hopefuly it will be feeling the wrath of my .204 this evening.