Because, like the weather   Because, like the weather it colours this place you do not notice. Maybe, you’ll sense in the way something is put, something avoided, neatly, because though they’re friendly enough, no matter how long you have been among them you can’t be trusted to understand. How could you? So, I tell this as an anecdote. They’d been seeing it for some time, even caught sight of it padding by the back door, its stink down by the chook pens, but now it’s here, in a cage they’d set with one of the lambs it has killed.…