Fox in the hen house

Last night we noticed the chickens didn't come in to roost at dusk. One was located and the other didn't turn up. The one we found had holed herself up in a tree incredibly spooked. This same hen is done laying eggs but a good companion to our other hen. That's right--we were down to only two chickens.

This afternoon our search dog found the hen. Rather her feathers. Looks like a fox came along and in turn spooked the other hen up into the tree.

Well one old hen that doesn't lay eggs has finished her job. So Daddy had to dress her. It's the worst part of having chickens. Using a biblical method our last hen of the season left us.

They'll be more in the spring but it's a bummer to say good bye to that last hen.