Too bad for him. The girls are spending their second night in the Keep of Eggtopia and I hear the major ruckus from the house. So, this is what unfolds... I grab a flashlight and a pistol and head for the coop area. My girls who had been raising all sorts of stuff are now pretty much silent except for their normal occasional soft singing. So, I speed up the pace and as to get the run, I hear scuffling in the rear of the coop so I take off up the left side and peek inside the window...all girls are okay and nothing is in there with them, so I move towards to back of the coop. All sorts of heck starts breaking loose. I run around the back and up the right side of the coop and look...nothing. So I move around the run area and... Needless to say I know that my heart worls just fine. I start shining the flashlight around and here, about 5 feet from me, Mr. Fox. Cornered under the coop which now has chicken wire blocking his escape on three sides and me on the fourth. Suffice it to say that Mr. Fox is no longer with us but coop security is impressed. That little furry thing tried every place possible looking for a way in and to no avail. He left his marks scratch marks near the exterior door, under one window and near the Pop door. My girls are safe and sound...a bit startled by a 9 mm going off in the dead of night right beside them, but safe. Yay for pre-planning, building a safe coop and 1 predator gone. Now we will see if the coop withstands Mr. Raccoon, Mr. Fisher, Mr. Cougar and Mr. Oppossum. Have I mentioned I have not slept more than an hour at a time since the girls went in the coop Friday night at 7 pm? Time for a nap.