- Sep 9, 2010
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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.
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.
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