Well we’ve had the chickens for nearly a year now and it’s been a pleasure with no real problems, other than losing the three day old chicks mysteriously one night. Well dying not being abducted by aliens.
However perhaps this relaxed attitude was the reason I forgot to close the gate on the chicken run. They live in old dog kennels, having a secure house surrounded by a wire fence. It has a concrete floor and is walled on two sides, pretty much a fortress, well that is if the gates shut!
I was just about to write an excuse but there is none, they are my responsibility and I let them down, that makes me feel bad but it’s also a lesson I’ll never forget.
I knew what was going on as soon as I heard Allen (the cockerel) doing his panic crow, it was about five in the morning, I raced to the window to see him and the fox fighting it out. Quite amazing really, he’s not the biggest cockerel and it seemed a fully grown fox. By the time I’d got outside the scene seemed a lot different the fox had scarpered but Allen lay in a strange position. I marched up to perform what I thought would be my first chicken dispatch and by moonlight just to add to the drama. However just as I was about to take hold of him he jumped up and ran off!
I searched but could not find any of the hens or Allen by this time, so I made a brew and just hung around until morning, all expecting not to see any of them again. By the time it was light all but one of the hens were back scratching and crapping all over the lawn. I was relieved to have not lost them all but guilty that it was my fault.
The lesson never let your guard down, well let the guard down but don’t forget to shut the gate too, well you know what I mean.