We haven't seen them in about a week. They left one morning and never came back.
I followed her gaze.
I had not words to calm them. They don't speak human.
I left them and continued my investigation.
That's not piggy poop. It's not chicken poopy either. Our beloved dog is no longer with us so it's not her.
One question. Why right by my basil?
I love my basil.
I tried talking to my feathered friends but they were no help. They were completely traumatized.
I've caught glimpses of the culprit but he's cunning. He waits for the right moment. Right now I'm imagine he looks something like this.
I call the perp Foxy Loxy.
We've had several sightings but this morning he got bold, very bold. Isn't that when you are most likely to catch the bad guy - when they get cocky (no pun intended)?
Foxy Loxy is eating our chickens. Foxy Loxy may know that we just got 15 broiler hens this weekend. Broiler hens are not for laying eggs. Broiler hens are for eating.
They are people food. Not fox food.
I'm afraid Foxy Loxy will have to be dealt with in a most severe manner.
I'm sorry Foxy Loxy but you simply have to be stopped. These chickens are not for you. Farmer Boy will now become Hunter Boy and I'm afraid your end is near.
Very near indeed.