First, thank you all for the info on LGD's. Josie, I'm with you - I really don't do puppies. I can see the point about them bonding with chickens if they're started that young but what I'd really like to do is find a Molly
. Thank you for offering to look out for me. I looked on Craigslist today and contacted one person about an ad they ran a few weeks back but of course the dog was gone and they just hadn't taken the ad down yet. There is one in Hutch but they're asking $300 and while I think a well trained dog is worth paying for, we've had so many expenses with the move that I'd really rather adopt one for a little less than that if I can find one.
I spent most of today nervously checking the birds every few minutes out the windows or in person. They were clearly freaked out by the horror of yesterday and spent the whole day within feet of the coop. Fortunately there is a lot of shade there. All was well and DH and I were eating dinner when I heard a sound. Now honestly, every time I heard a sound today I dashed to a window so I really didn't expect this sound to be any different. What I saw wouldn't have alarmed me yesterday but it did today. Several of the chickens were wandering in the chicken yard. Since they had stayed so close to the coop all day, I was concerned this meant the predator had returned so I grabbed my 9mm and RAN down to the coop, with DH in hot pursuit with his weapon of choice. Everything looked fine when I got there but a half dozen of the hens were in the chicken yard and when they saw me they ran full blast towards me and back to the coop, where they immediately ran behind the horse shelter to hide. Meanwhile Mama Sultan was hiding in the long grass behind the coop. I told DH - "its been here - I just know it. Look how they're all hiding". He went up to the house to get something and I pulled up my lawn chair next to the coop.
About 10 mins went by and I suddenly realized I was being watched by what I thought was a small coyote. It was 200' away from me on the other side of my far fence. I tried to sight my pistol on it but knew it just didn't have that kind of range. Just then DH came back out and I tried to signal to him to stop walking but he didn't see me. The "coyote" saw him and ran off our property and across the road. I told him it had been there and that I hadn't fired because it was too far away so he said he'd go get his AR-15 and went back to the house. While he was gone, I saw it come back across the road and then hide in the hedgerow. When DH got there I told him it was there but I couldn't see it right then. He had his AR-15 and had brought me a .22 Long Rifle. He decided to go sit on the front porch where he thought he might have a better chance of seeing it, and I stayed where I was. 20 minutes later I got a brief sighting but it disappeared again real fast. More time went by and the chickens started singing the egg song which I saw as a sign of distress. I figured they could see it but although I kept scanning back and forth, I couldn't. I was afraid it was coming up behind us and kept looking that way too. Nothing. The adrenaline was really pumping now. And then I saw it and it was close. I hadn't seen it earlier because I was still looking too far away. First it solved the question for me as to how it was getting in. It climbed my fence like it was a ladder. Halfway up it either fell or jumped off the fence. I had been trying to get it in the crosshairs but it was moving too fast and when it jumped off I thought it was headed back to the trees and I had lost my chance, but instead it stood and looked in the direction of DH. That gave me a chance to get it in the crosshairs and fire. It was a clean kill - one shot to the head and it dropped immediately. By the time I set the rifle down and ran over there it was dead. That was the first time I realized it was a fox and not a coyote. It looked pretty darn small lying there on the ground but it was hard to feel sorry for it given the devastation of the previous 24 hours.
In the time between hearing that sound and getting out there, it had managed to kill another duck. I later realized my little black chick hatched by Mama Sultan is also missing. Another hen was missing but I later found her in the sewer lagoon. She must have flown over that fence in a panic and was desperately trying to find a way back home. I was very relieved she was okay. My cuckoo marans was attacked and is in shock. She has several puncture wounds that I've treated with Neosporin. She is still walking and *looks* okay. I just hope she survives the shock and doesn't die of infection from the wounds. So between the 12 yesterday and the two today, with a third injured, that fox did a lot of damage.
I'm actually relieved it was a fox and not a neighborhood dog. The rampage - killing without eating them - looked like what a dog does to me. I've since researched it a little and what I learned is that foxes will kill a bunch and then bury them to return to later. Since he was interrupted he didn't get a chance to do that part. But I kind of can't blame him since he was just trying to survive. A dog doing it for play/fun/sport, would be harder to take.
I'm under no illusions it is "over". It is just over in the short-term. I can relax tonight and hopefully get the remaining birds over it before the next predator finds us. If I'm lucky I'll have LGD protection in place by then.

I spent most of today nervously checking the birds every few minutes out the windows or in person. They were clearly freaked out by the horror of yesterday and spent the whole day within feet of the coop. Fortunately there is a lot of shade there. All was well and DH and I were eating dinner when I heard a sound. Now honestly, every time I heard a sound today I dashed to a window so I really didn't expect this sound to be any different. What I saw wouldn't have alarmed me yesterday but it did today. Several of the chickens were wandering in the chicken yard. Since they had stayed so close to the coop all day, I was concerned this meant the predator had returned so I grabbed my 9mm and RAN down to the coop, with DH in hot pursuit with his weapon of choice. Everything looked fine when I got there but a half dozen of the hens were in the chicken yard and when they saw me they ran full blast towards me and back to the coop, where they immediately ran behind the horse shelter to hide. Meanwhile Mama Sultan was hiding in the long grass behind the coop. I told DH - "its been here - I just know it. Look how they're all hiding". He went up to the house to get something and I pulled up my lawn chair next to the coop.
About 10 mins went by and I suddenly realized I was being watched by what I thought was a small coyote. It was 200' away from me on the other side of my far fence. I tried to sight my pistol on it but knew it just didn't have that kind of range. Just then DH came back out and I tried to signal to him to stop walking but he didn't see me. The "coyote" saw him and ran off our property and across the road. I told him it had been there and that I hadn't fired because it was too far away so he said he'd go get his AR-15 and went back to the house. While he was gone, I saw it come back across the road and then hide in the hedgerow. When DH got there I told him it was there but I couldn't see it right then. He had his AR-15 and had brought me a .22 Long Rifle. He decided to go sit on the front porch where he thought he might have a better chance of seeing it, and I stayed where I was. 20 minutes later I got a brief sighting but it disappeared again real fast. More time went by and the chickens started singing the egg song which I saw as a sign of distress. I figured they could see it but although I kept scanning back and forth, I couldn't. I was afraid it was coming up behind us and kept looking that way too. Nothing. The adrenaline was really pumping now. And then I saw it and it was close. I hadn't seen it earlier because I was still looking too far away. First it solved the question for me as to how it was getting in. It climbed my fence like it was a ladder. Halfway up it either fell or jumped off the fence. I had been trying to get it in the crosshairs but it was moving too fast and when it jumped off I thought it was headed back to the trees and I had lost my chance, but instead it stood and looked in the direction of DH. That gave me a chance to get it in the crosshairs and fire. It was a clean kill - one shot to the head and it dropped immediately. By the time I set the rifle down and ran over there it was dead. That was the first time I realized it was a fox and not a coyote. It looked pretty darn small lying there on the ground but it was hard to feel sorry for it given the devastation of the previous 24 hours.
In the time between hearing that sound and getting out there, it had managed to kill another duck. I later realized my little black chick hatched by Mama Sultan is also missing. Another hen was missing but I later found her in the sewer lagoon. She must have flown over that fence in a panic and was desperately trying to find a way back home. I was very relieved she was okay. My cuckoo marans was attacked and is in shock. She has several puncture wounds that I've treated with Neosporin. She is still walking and *looks* okay. I just hope she survives the shock and doesn't die of infection from the wounds. So between the 12 yesterday and the two today, with a third injured, that fox did a lot of damage.
I'm actually relieved it was a fox and not a neighborhood dog. The rampage - killing without eating them - looked like what a dog does to me. I've since researched it a little and what I learned is that foxes will kill a bunch and then bury them to return to later. Since he was interrupted he didn't get a chance to do that part. But I kind of can't blame him since he was just trying to survive. A dog doing it for play/fun/sport, would be harder to take.
I'm under no illusions it is "over". It is just over in the short-term. I can relax tonight and hopefully get the remaining birds over it before the next predator finds us. If I'm lucky I'll have LGD protection in place by then.