I was about to start cooking yesterday when I looked out the kitchen window and saw my chickens all a-flutter and one in the mouth of a fox. A healthy and beautiful red fox. I opened the window and started yelling and banging my frying pan and lid. Everyone really got excited.
The fox dropped the chicken and had trouble finding the hole in the chicken fence, but finally pushed his way through. The chickens went flying in every direction.
The fox fled up the snowy lane – then stopped, looking back at the hen house. I started banging even harder and after a long hesitation the fox loped off.
Three of the chickens ran back in the hen house, along with the rooster who lurked in the far corner. The other chickens flew off and hid under the tractor shed. I tried to herd them in, but to no avail. When the sun set I went out to the henhouse and found all ten chickens, and one very quiet rooster in place.
I took the photo of the chickens but Gary Lehman took the picture of the fox for the New Jersey Division of Fish and Wildlife. I think the photo is of ‘my’ fox’s brother. A close resemblance.