There he is... Mr. Fox. Scooting through the brush by the entrance to the resort.
He has been busy this spring -- and sadly has mistaken our chicken coop for the local KFC take-out. That happens, when chickens are free-range. Most of the year, all is amicable, but this time of year, the foxes are abroad.
They have young kits in the den, all hungry, and are hunting hard. So, our chickens find themselves restricted to their wire coop. Nobody is very happy about that. Not the chickens, although if they fully grasped the options we think they'd be more agreeable.
Certainly not the fox.
It has lead to us renovating the coop, however, to make it more functional, roomier, and, yes, more attractive. Gone will be the look Brian described as the "Bush Hilton." We will keep you posted...
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