My girls were free ranging this afternoon and when I looked out of the kitchen window there was the biggest, fattest fox I've ever seen in my life! I immediately ran out, yelling and grabbing a wellie as I went. As I got out the fox just stared at me so I chucked the wellie and then a football, still shrieking "There's a fox in the garden. Boys, get out here and help me!"
Luckily, my boys came out as the fox was running away. I told them to guard the rear of the garden whilst I got the hens into the run.
A few seconds later, and I'd have a different story. Phew!
No more free ranging