The fox dug his or her way into our chicken hut last night.
This morning we found only a scattering of feathers. No blood, no bones, nothing remained from the four bantams and one female Maran who had lived in the hut. Our oldest male bantam Popinjay, who had survived two buzzard attacks (in both cases I had repaired the many puncture wounds using Hoof Tar...) was finally taken off to feed a den of fox cubs.
Foxes are a rare sighting here. I have seen two in the 12 years we've lived on the Croft, along with rare night-time squeals from female foxes in the mating season. The matings mean cubs, and cubs get hungry. Our chickens have gone to a good cause.
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Foxes are a rare sighting here. I have seen two in the 12 years we've lived on the Croft, along with rare night-time squeals from female foxes in the mating season. The matings mean cubs, and cubs get hungry. Our chickens have gone to a good cause.
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