This morning I was out hanging clothes. The chickens were all around me. Any time someone walks through the weeds, the grasshoppers go flying and the chickens know that so they follow us around, catching what we scare up.
I was hanging clothes and looked up and probably 50 feet from me and the chickens was a gray fox. A fox! Right there! Vince is still home recuperating and though he’s moving a bit slowly, it was better to get him go after the fox than me try it. I would have done it if I were here alone but . . thankfully, I wasn’t.
Don’t know if you can see it, but Vince . . always thinking of safety first, took the time to get his hearing protection on. Good grief . . get out there and kill that fox before he kills my chickens! No, I didn’t say that. Vince did see the fox but he couldn’t get a good shot at him so . . he’s still out there (the fox .. not Vince, he’s back in his recliner reminding me that he’s just had surgery and he shouldn’t be called upon to do such strenuous things!).
How many times will I get up and go outside and check on the chickens today? Way too many!