Roscoe had vaguely heard a noise towards the back right hand side of the property, leaving the kitchen he took his shotgun from its position on the rack just behind the front door. His army days served him well as did the bushes near that side of the house. Eyes soon noticing the fox as it tried its best to get closer to a small water spot, one shot is all it would take for him. Retreating to another side of it he threw down a steak left over from their food and watched the fox quickly devour it. No harm could be done by it so heading back inside he locked the front door and put the shotgun away.