I let the chickens out yesterday at noon, went in and had my lunch, then checked on the chickens and went back in. Then they started squawking. My wife and I ran out, a fox had one of the girls, Miny, pinned to the ground. We must have scared the fox enough because Miny broke free. I then was down from the deck, saw 2 chickens running behind the run with the fox right behind. I started screaming and running after them. The fox didn’t seem to care that this mad-man was closing in on him. He finally turned and saw me but just trotted off keeping ahead of me. He’s gone into the woods, I’m trying to catch my breath and waiting for my heart to stop pounding.
I can’t take this DRAMA. So, the chickens are in lock-down. I’ve been very lucky, 3 recent attacks and everyone is still here. BUT, I need to be much more protective. I am about to go from being known as “that guy down the street that has chickens” to ” that crazy guy down the street that stands watch over his chickens with a pitchfork in his hands”. I’ve been called worse.
Miny is fine, lost some feathers. I think I lost a couple of years off my life.
P.S. Why didn’t Jack attack the fox?? I thought that was his job. He does sound the alarm but rescuing the fair damsel, not so much.