- Apr 6, 2008
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Big Guy was a Welsummer Roo who has been part of my flock less than 2 months. He was beautiful and so smart. I posted a thread about my chickens being able to read and I am pretty sure Big Guy taught them. I do know he taught them the fox drill and they knew what to do. That was until this morning.
I had been out for an early walk, it was a beautiful morning and not too hot yet so when I came back I let my flock out for a little free ranging. My intent was to come in long enough to eat breakfast, fried eggs with one of my first garden tomatoes. I got on facebook, right beside the window while I ate but got involved in a chat. I didn't hear Big Guy but did hear a hen squawk. I looked out and saw a fox, I called my hubby who came with the gun and I did not barge out on the porch screaming like I did last time I saw a fox in the yard.
There was never a sound from Big Guy, a scant few feathers, no blood but in an instant he was gone. Other than the hen that was nearest him the chickens were not even upset; I guess they were waiting for the fox alarm to go off. We couldn't even track to find where it went into the woods because there was no trail.
Well the hens are now safely back in their pen, my hubby and I are both probably covered in chiggers, seed ticks and poison ivy. I am exhausted and ever so sad. I have never had a predator get a nasty roo, they only like the best.
I had been out for an early walk, it was a beautiful morning and not too hot yet so when I came back I let my flock out for a little free ranging. My intent was to come in long enough to eat breakfast, fried eggs with one of my first garden tomatoes. I got on facebook, right beside the window while I ate but got involved in a chat. I didn't hear Big Guy but did hear a hen squawk. I looked out and saw a fox, I called my hubby who came with the gun and I did not barge out on the porch screaming like I did last time I saw a fox in the yard.
There was never a sound from Big Guy, a scant few feathers, no blood but in an instant he was gone. Other than the hen that was nearest him the chickens were not even upset; I guess they were waiting for the fox alarm to go off. We couldn't even track to find where it went into the woods because there was no trail.
Well the hens are now safely back in their pen, my hubby and I are both probably covered in chiggers, seed ticks and poison ivy. I am exhausted and ever so sad. I have never had a predator get a nasty roo, they only like the best.
