I was working in my living room this morning when I heard some commotion. I looked out the window and saw my roo high-tailing it across the front yard. I put some shoes on and went outside to do a head count. I saw a fox leaping onto my best girl Betty! I ran toward it and started screaming at it. It darted off into the woods. Four of the girls ran up onto our deck and got to the highest places they could (i.e. the deck rails, grill, and table), except Betty, who ran into a corner of the deck and tried to make herself as small as possible. I picked her up to bring her in the coop, and she felt just like dead weight. I placed the other three in the coop, but was missing two. While I searched around the yard I saw clumps of feathers everywhere. Clearly the fox had chased them from one end to the other. I eventually found Darla in the sunflower patch by the road. Rosie I found later in the rhubarb. Rosie has some minor wounds on her face, comb and wattles. I cleaned her up a bit and had her in the house, but she was so shaken I thought she might be better suited in the coop with everyone else. I've been keeping an eye on her and she seems to be wandering around like a zombie. I'm sure she'll be that way for a couple days. I've tried to soothe them with their favorite treats. We had been letting the girls free-range for about a year with no incident. I have been cautious about doing so, and I am always home and try to keep a close eye on them. Our luck finally ran out. I'm so thankful I decided to work in my living room rather than my office, which is toward the back of the house. I never would have heard what was happening in time to help Betty. And as for our obnoxious roo who wakes us up at 3:30 every morning, he has secured his residence with us. I'm sure he had a part in defending his girls. I called DH to tell him what happened, and he has decided we will be doing some target practice tonight to prepare for the fox's return. And no more free-ranging. Phew!