Monday, December 03, 2007

Margo becomes lunch for a fox :-(



Poor Margo. She was eaten on Thursday night. At least I presume she was eaten. There was LOTS of Margo coloured feathers all over the garden and no sign of carcass.

On Friday morning Nick discovered that something, most likely a fox, had managed to force it's way through the wire fencing, snapping several heavy duty staples, and get into the chicken house where our beautiful girls were roosting. Wily Fox probably looked at the three of them and decided that Margo looked the tastiest - she was definitely the fattest of the flock.

Scramble was also missing, which upset Nick the most because she was always his favourite hen. Amazingly though our neighbours alerted us to the fact that Scramble was wandering up and down in the front, not hurt, but definitely very nervous.

Friday night came and we began our new regime of Fox protection, which we will probably have to continue forever now he has discovered the location of a new fox take-away restaurant. On Sunday morning we found that he had tried to have another go to get in, but hadn't managed to break through the mesh this time. Both remaining girls are present and correct at the time of writing.

So, Margo has gone to the big hen coop in the sky. I hope she had a happy life in our garden, and we appreciate all the lovely brown eggs she laid for us last year. x

Here are the hens when we first got them. Margo is on the right:

Here she is on her first day out of the run:

and this is Scramble, who had a narrow escape from Wily Fox:

7 Comments:

Blogger Victoria said...

Aahh poor Margo, the same thing happened to my rabbit Titus when I was a girl, I know its nature but I still have a half smile when I see a fox squished at the side of the road!

2:14 PM  
Blogger Primrose Hill said...

Oh Rach, I'm so sorry to hear about poor Margo, she'll be happy up in chicken heaven, I'm sure. It's horrible when that happens, we've lost a couple this year, plus all of our calls ducks have gone now too. :( Hope you manage to keep the other two safe from Mr. Fox, apprently if Nick were to pee around the perimeter of the run that might keep him away.....?
Just a though...!

L xx

8:03 PM  
Blogger Jane said...

So sorry for you - our last year's chick - Windoxie - is currently missing - no sign of feathers or a carcass but no chicken either.
Sad news
J
x

9:10 PM  
Blogger Tracy said...

Bring back fox hunting

7:41 AM  
Anonymous Cousin Jenny said...

So sorry to hear about Margo - I am sure Edward will look after her in pet heaven x

1:44 PM  
Blogger OboeJane said...

um, hang on sentimental people - don't many of you routinely go out and buy the carcasses of chickens that have:
(a) had a much less satisfying life than margot (even organic free range production hens don't get spaghetti for tea and a hand-painted hen house); and
(b) had an equally unpleasant, if not worse, death (stuffed in crates with thousands of other panicking hens and driven to a place to be hung upside down on a conveyor before getting dispatched)??

Only those of you who ONLY eat hens as happy as Margot have the right to moan about scavenging mr fox getting his nosh. In my view.

That's different from saying that I'm sorry it happened, mind. Which I am - she was so fat and cute. Poor old Margot. :-(

10:53 AM  
Blogger Twila Grace said...

They are so gorgeous, and I am sorry to hear of Margo's fate. It's interesting that you have foxes prowling around your neighborhood. Bad fox!

12:40 PM  

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