Wednesday, July 18, 2012

RIP chickens! Hello Fox

Chickens chasing bugs 
A yard dance
A moment so perfect comes as
wide gaited she lobbles along until in mid-air she stretches
and snatches catching a mosquito
That is my girl!

RIP Chickens. 
They went down... ALL of them to a mother fox in one afternoon.
They disappeared without a trace
O O O O O Oh oh the vagaries of nature and who who who 
do we root for?

We are getting more chickens, pullets this time. God knows by now the value of each egg.

Tigger the cat watches the flock through the fence
Golden Laced Wyandotte
Plymouth Rock
Mother fox and kits have begun to venture from the den. Those of us living in her range speak of our sightings, check our fences, and call in the cats.
It is a jungle out here in Maine.


Gib Parrish said...

Poor chickens. Love the pictures of the chickens before their demise and the poem about the chickens' antics. I hope that the soon-to-arrive pullets survive long enough to produce some golden eggs. I can hardly wait for the next installment of the chicken chronicle.

libby stevens said...

Oh No! I am very sorry to hear about the chickens' unfortunate entry along Nature's foodchain, but so glad we were able to meet them a few weeks ago. We'll remember them happily going about the yard making their little soft chicken noises. Can't wait for the pullets to arrive. Will they know about their "tick duty"?