- Aug 1, 2012
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Whilst working in the yard one spring afternoon, I noticed a handful of our "free range" chickens were in the neighbors yard. I also noticed a small dog with a really long, puffy tail running around. Once my brain caught up with my eyes, I realized i was looking at a fox. I immediately gave chase. I happened to be bare foot and was running along the paved road while the fox, with a 2 month old Hamburg chicken in its mouth, was running along the edge of the same road but in the woods. We met at the bend and our eyes met. We held each others gaze for what seemed like 10 seconds. Then, suddenly, The fox turned around, and "vanished" into the woods like a puff of smoke.
I returned to my yard, cursing under my breath. I tried to round up the remaining 17 or so chickens, but they were so spread out and so freaked, that I could not get them back to the coop. And then the unthinkable happened... the fox returned. She took another chicken. I was helpless to stop, as the fox did not have any fear of me at all. Minutes later he returned again. I watched helplessly as the red fox stole chickens from my yard and surrounding neighbors yards, repeatedly until stopping after the 7th chicken, and then probably only because she ran out of room for them in her den.
I manged to get them back in the coop by dusk. we determined our loses, which amounted to about 1/3 of our original 20. We were very disappointed that we lost the friendliest chickens we had.
At about midnight I heard a strange thunk from the coop. I looked out the window and saw our "fancy pants" had not been taken and had returned to the coop. I was so happy that she was alive as she was every ones favorite and still is.
For the next week the chickens stayed in the coop while i proceeded to take on an epic construction project to erect what is now "fort wing" complete with electrified fence.
While we miss seeing our chickens roam the yard, I feel much better knowing they are safe from the sly fox that lives down the bank.
I returned to my yard, cursing under my breath. I tried to round up the remaining 17 or so chickens, but they were so spread out and so freaked, that I could not get them back to the coop. And then the unthinkable happened... the fox returned. She took another chicken. I was helpless to stop, as the fox did not have any fear of me at all. Minutes later he returned again. I watched helplessly as the red fox stole chickens from my yard and surrounding neighbors yards, repeatedly until stopping after the 7th chicken, and then probably only because she ran out of room for them in her den.
I manged to get them back in the coop by dusk. we determined our loses, which amounted to about 1/3 of our original 20. We were very disappointed that we lost the friendliest chickens we had.
At about midnight I heard a strange thunk from the coop. I looked out the window and saw our "fancy pants" had not been taken and had returned to the coop. I was so happy that she was alive as she was every ones favorite and still is.
For the next week the chickens stayed in the coop while i proceeded to take on an epic construction project to erect what is now "fort wing" complete with electrified fence.
While we miss seeing our chickens roam the yard, I feel much better knowing they are safe from the sly fox that lives down the bank.