Murder mystery most fowl

I AM living in the middle of a murder mystery, writes Dick Warner.

I have a small flock of hens, four in all ... or I did have. When I went to collect the eggs the other morning two of them were dead — one in the hen house and one in the corner of the run.

The initial examination of the scene produced few results. There were lots of feathers around but no discernible wounds on the bodies. The usual suspect, a fox, was ruled out.