We had five chickens. That in itself is a story, but I should add a sentence to it. Now we have a fox. Fortunately, two of my chickens did not appeal to the fox. I’ll be honest, they were not my favourites either. They didn’t like to chat or cuddle. Now the other chickens have gone and our two survivors have formed little personalities. Uptight Josephine, who showed no interest in anything, now has the confidence to come and see what treats I might have in my pocket. Gamely following along as I potter around the garden. Igraine continues with her Lancaster Bomber impressions, wings spread out as she runs always hopeful for a take-off but forever finding the runway too short.
The two of them have never been so happy since the fox arrived.