I headed off to do my chicken sitting today and was looking forward to it as i miss having my own at the moment.
When i arrived at my destination i remembered why we don’t have chickens yet.
You see we have not got an area that is ready yet to protect them from foxes and snakes.
The harsh reality of rural life is that foxes kill chickens,and they not only kill them but leave them behind,they kill as many as possible and just leave them..it’s horrid and this was what i faced today.
At sometime during the night a fox has found a weak spot and gotten in and killed 9 of my charges.
I was shattered,the remaining girls were skittish and upset and i felt so sorry for them.How terrifying for these gentle creatures,to have to witness this seemingly pointless slaughter.
I quickly fed the girls lots of fresh greens seed and grains and then had to work out what to do.
I had a rubbish bag in the car and picked up each poor darling,apologising to each one for what had happened.
I had to put them in the rubbish bin and this upset me even more..what an undignified end for these sweet girls that i had enjoyed spending quiet reflective time with.I again apologised but i knew of nothing else i could do.
You see,i would often ,when we had chickens,find myself sitting on the ground,talking to them,getting sat on by them and just taking in the quiet while they dust bathed and pecked my painted toenails.
You can’t stay angry or upset when you take the time to step into their world.
Having said sorry i went around the perimeter of this huge enclosure and finally found the spot where the fox had gotten in,i filled it with rocks and bricks and double checked the perimeter again..all the time swearing and on the verge of tears.’
I understand that all creatures need to eat,but i cannot understand how foxes kill so many with the view to come back yet they never do…9 gentle girls giving me the gift of their beautiful eggs all dead,heads taken off and just left.
When i left i went straight to the shops and bought myself a chocolate bar,i have come home,i have made a coffee and i am going to have a good cry.
You may think this is over the top,but this is me.
I am 51 i am married i have four adult kids and i cry over animals all the time.
I am i think perfectly normal.
Tribute to the humble chicken…my charges