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first time for everything

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You know how much I love my chooks. 

And that I have a fox problem

Well, turns out I really love my neighbour's chooks too. 

I heard a dreadful squawking today at about ten in the morning. It was raining, I'd just let our chooks out, Adam and the kids were all out.

I went rushing out, and there was a fox, dragging off my favourite neighbourhood Casanova, that gorgeous guy below. 

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He belongs next door and Adam says he's completely unaggressive as he's the only rooster left and he has two sizable flocks to service. Completely knackered from looking after the ladies, says Ad. 

I yelled, of course, then ran and grabbed an axe from the garage. And also a mattock, nearest thing to hand. I charged after the fox, who dragged Casanova under a bush. I almost reached them and the fox let go and ran off. He turned around and had a look at me and I tried to look dangerous, he ran off anyway. 

I went back to the bush and I could see poor Casanova moving slightly. There were feathers (his) everywhere, he'd put up a very good fight. I knew I was going to have to bang him on the head to put him out of his misery, and just as I was gathering up my courage, he stood up. And walked away. He didn't look so hot, so after I got over the shock of seeing him undead, I followed him and tried to encourage him back into his coop with some scraps but he just wanted to hang out quietly on his own and think about his lucky escape.

I ushered all our chooks back into their run (with an axe in one hand and a mattock in the other) and all my neighbour's chooks back into theirs (no one was home over there.)

Casanova stayed under cover all day and retired early to the coop. 

I hope he's OK. 

And for the first time in my life I wished like crazy I'd had a gun and a license. 

In other news: everyone under this roof slept through the night last night. All night. 

Any more sleep and that fox had better watch it, I'll be greased lightning with an axe and a mattock. Grrr.

xxx

 

10 Comments on “first time for everything

Frogdancer
July 20, 2011 at 7:11 am
Inger
July 20, 2011 at 7:44 am

Glad you are getting some sleep. For selfish reasons of course. I so look forward to my slice of your life in the mornings!
When you up this neck of the woods??
xx

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Jodie
July 20, 2011 at 8:27 am

No matter how lovely, to quote a certain vet we both know: feral must die. And she was referring to some sweet looking little geckos…! I take the same line with cats. 🙂

The Sleep Fairy must be out and about this week because magic has happened in our house too and I share your rejoicing! Doesn’t it feel good!! May her work continue.

xx J.

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pixie
July 20, 2011 at 12:52 pm

well done you brave fox chaser you!!!!!

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Darren (Green Change)
July 20, 2011 at 12:58 pm

Wow, this story has it all: axe-wielding medieval maiden, fearsome evil creature, and a zombie chicken! Glad it all worked out OK.

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Secret Water
July 20, 2011 at 2:00 pm

BRAVO!!!!!

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Secret Water
July 20, 2011 at 2:20 pm

(Thats to you AND the rooster!)

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Val
July 20, 2011 at 2:56 pm

You go girl! We have serious fox problems here too. The eagles like to pluck the ducks as well. I hope you have another good night sleep.

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rakster
July 22, 2011 at 12:55 pm

good work. Would have love to be a passing fly on the wall!

in our news – the neighbours chickens got eaten by what looks like a fox last night. Must remember to close pen every night….

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Lela
September 11, 2011 at 3:38 am

Sometimes if you see a fox during the day, one bold enough to do that it is a sign the fox could be rabid.

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