We inherited some ducks and chickens when we moved into our current home and despite various fox attacks we've always managed to remain philosophical about things.
Until now.
I was given 3 white runner ducks a few months ago, they were lovely and funny. Then one day they disappeared. We told the kids they'd 'gone for a walk'. It's a reason we use lots!
Just over 2 months ago I was given 2 more ducks - Aylesburys I think. Maisie named them Sarah and Abigail.
Mr Fox came last week, took 3 cockerels, 3 chickens and the lovely Sarah and Abigail. Gutted. Me, and them.
Then on Thursday Jim procured 2 free cockerels - they reminded me of Foghorn Leghorn.
Which brings me to this evening. Jim found our remaining 3 chickens on the garden table, so shooed them home and discovered the cockerels were dead.
Then moments after putting the kids to bed (7.15 and still very light), a hen sounded the alarm.
Rushed through the house, nearly fell over each other and the dogs (very excited by all the activity!) in our haste to get out - we found one little bantam hen going mad on the pergola.
Our other 2 chickens are no more.
Here's the only photo I gave of the cockerels. Maisie hadn't even met them yet.
PS - Jim went to feed our solitary chicken, named Polito after El Macho's chicken in Despicable Me 2, he found that the other 2 had returned!
Big smiles this morning.
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