A fox got in on Friday night (bit right through the chicken wire and made a hole big enough to climb through).
He (she?) killed them all and took one. I had been told they come back to take the others later, but he didn’t come back last night so today I dug a hole 4 ft deep.
I miss the eggs. I miss the silly animals scratching around the place. And curiously I think most of all I feel a sense of waste that now I have no-one to give my vegetable peelings to, or that leftover half-bowl of soup, or that half slice of bread and butter.
We’re already discussing what sort to get next. Traditional English breeds or newer hybrids? A mix of breeds, or all the same with a cockerel so that we can breed our own? Purely functional animals or ornamental?
Rest in peace: Ooly, Eggy, Audrey, Ken, Spock, Scotty, and Murray.
And good luck Mr Fox. But when you come back next time you’ll find thicker wire.