The big one!
6:30 AM today, I watched a grey fox making off with one of the daughters white leghorn layers. He spent about five minute working at getting the hen through the stockade panel fencing. He finally dropped her, jumped through the fence then reached back in and pulled her through.
I had plenty of time, I could have run inside and grabbed the 10-22 from the safe and popped him at thirty five yards. Except for that pesky "firearms in the city limits" thing.
Out at the farm, he would have caught a 123 gr 6.5 mm, or a 95 gr from the 243.
The fox calmly walked to the corner of the property, hopped through another wire panel fence and into a small creek bed. Surely has hungry babies to feed.
I told Sis we should set a snare where it comes through the fence. But we would probably catch her damned house cat.
Meanwhile Sis is catching the survivor hens and putting them inside their designated protective housing where they belong. No more "free range" eggs around here.
