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: