The gate was locked
although the fence had a weak spot
I don't know how many there were or if it was the work of a lone fox. I am devastated to have lost every single one of my chooks. The chook pen was silent when I went out to feed them and there were feathers scattered everywhere. The only consolation was that the attack had obviously been for food and not sport as there were no remains aside from the feathers.
What a waste.
I know it's just the food chain at work and I am being a hopeless romantic but these birds were special to me. They knew the drill. The ISA's were my gardeners, going to work for me each day in the chook dome to till the soil and clean up pests. The eclectic remainder were my fruit tree pest controllers, dust-bathing on the slope and cultivating around the trees to keep the weeds at bay.
Eggs were icing on the cake.
Manure was a bonus.
Catching sight of them through the kitchen window added joy to my day.
They will all be missed.
Goodbye Mr Green. I will miss your handsome presence, hearty crow and funny little dance that you do.
Goodbye dear, sweet black orphington bantam. You weren't with us for long but we enjoyed having you here.
Goodbye dear, dear Violet. This is breaking my heart. You were my favourite. I will miss your flapping antics, funny expressions and beautiful blue eggs.
I'm so very sorry to have this happen to you all. After four years of not a single fox attack on our chook pen, I thought we were safe. Obviously not.
People reading, if you keep poultry, please, please check your fencing mesh and make sure there are NO weak spots where a fox can dig and slither underneath. Your girls are dependant on you.