A fox killed our gorgeous rooster this morning. Now I see why ranchers in Wyoming are shooting wolves. But the fox must have been hungry to go after such a massive bird. As my mum said, the rooster was "everything a rooster ought to be." I feel a bit guilty for bad-mouthing him when he was alive. It was all in jest! Really he was a very good hen herder and protector, and I'l miss the crowing and strutting and the funny little gallop he had when he came running for food. So yes. To have or to have not, I suppose. On the one hand, having pets is wonderful, but on the other, if you get attached-which is a given-you're bound to experience tragedy at some point. Another sad part is that the hungry fox got nothing for all its hard work, and now has to go eat some other poor creature. Very possibly our now completely unprotected chickens.
Update: 2 more hens taken. Like Eagles, Foxes have certainly made a comeback in our area.
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