The fox took Bo Peep into our narrow wood line. After a search and rescue through brambles, my husband found a pile of white feathers in the center. That’s all that was left of her. We’ve changed our routines, ensuring a human or dog is out in the yard at dusk. Save locking my fowl in a fully encased run, there is no other way to prevent a fox attack. We do have her surrogate mother, Sally chicken, and babies in our chain link brooding run for extra protection. Otherwise, I don’t want my flock living in a cage so we’ll take our chances.
