More Waifs & Mr Spock

A brand new feed bin and two brand spanking galvanised feeders, two broody boxes , the promise of two new hen houses and four laying hens. No it's not Christmas early....it's the work of an Urban fox.

This morning the phone went early. It was from a tearful poultry keeper from Prestatyn who I know. Her pet  hens had just been attacked by a town fox. A brazen predator who had trotted around her garden with all of the confidence of a domestic Labrador. The fox killed one prize hen and left the other four shocked and traumatised and the whole sorry experience had upset the owners so much ( the lady's partner was recovering from cardiac surgery btw) that they wanted to relocate the survivors to somewhere "safer"

Now what stuck in my mind, was the fact that only a few days ago, one of my hens had been squished flat on the road by an irrational 4 x 4 driver, another I had effectively battered to death with a tin bowl in a fit of anger and another had been shut out of its coop and lost by the Professor on the only night I was away from Trelawnyd........"safe" was perhaps not the wisest word that could be used to describe the field at this very moment......

Anyhow, I promised the couple that I would take the hens on the proviso that they would always be theirs and that they could have them back at any time but I suspect that the trauma of having a fox ripping the wings off a family  pet was all too much for them, and so four new, shocked and nervous girls and all of their much welcomed equipment and housing have arrived at the cottage.

I locked up the birds with the diminutive Eric and left them all to calm down in his warm coop...... We are off to see the sexy Zachary Quinto in Star Trek!