Since I first got chickens 1.5 years ago i knew it would only be a matter of time before something happened to one of them. I live in the suburbs of my town and HAD 6 hens. This morning after taking the kids to school I let the chickens out to roam, @ 8 am all was well. 30 minutes later I went out to take them some leftovers. I walked into the chicken yard and five of them ran up to me. I started looking around for the last one. In the corner of the yard I had to do a double take because there was a fox chewing on a chicken. I saw him, he saw me and he kept eating. I just about ran over to him but thought up a better plan. I calmly left him there and went to the garage. I loaded up the pellet gun and returned to the yard. This time I snuck around the deck and drew a bead on the fox. Hard to get a good shot cause he was facing away from me with his head down eating. I finally was able to get a shot off and i hit him. He ran away...ran around the garden and sat there. I let another shot go. I heard a thwack, I must have him him in the forehead. Wounded but still alive he ran around the garage. I ran around the garage the other way to cut hi off but did not see him. After looking around for a minute I went back to the chicken yard. Sure enough there he was dragging the chicken away again. He had doubled back and out foxed me!! Took my time and scored a finishing shot on him in the noggin.....Dead fox! This was the mangiest poorest condition dog I have ever seen. Mangey fur with scabs all over him. He stunk to high heaven and had a couple of open abcesses on his haunches. skin and bones and teeth is all he was. I think I did him a favor as he was sure to not survive much longer. Hence his desperation in refusing to abandon his kill. He could have asked and I would have helped him out without killing one of my chooks. Needless to say the flock is all tighly locked up with no free ranging for now.