Don’t you just hate it when you quick go to jump in the shower and you forget about your chicken?
This chicken (recently named Foxy) was rescued from a fox by yours truly and has been recuperating in our shower. The shower, unfortunately for the rest of my family, is my new favorite injured bird holding area.
But I digress, you don’t want to hear the details of why the chicken moved out of a dog crate into the far superior shower, you want to hear about the fox attack. Right?
The moment the fox attacked is exactly why I acquired geese and they finally had their opportunity to shine and show off their watch-goose capabilities. Which they mostly did! The two of them set off an unholy racket, were joined by the ducks’ alarming quacks and then the rooster’s panic call. By the time I got to the gate and into the orchard, chickens were squirting out from under apple trees in every direction, the ducks were huddled and quacking and the gander was begging me to open the gate and let him into the yard where it was safe. Apparently, while he’s very good a sounding an alarm, he’s not actually very brave.
Running upstream through fleeing poultry I found a fox with one of my chickens in it’s mouth. I was able to convince the fox to drop my chicken and leave but it took a considerable amount more yelling and running and arm waving and clapping on my part than I felt it should have. Cheeky little bugger just looked at me, dropped the chicken, bounded off, then came right back and grabbed her again before finally dropping the bird and leaving for good. Apparently I need to work on my “I’m big and scary let go of my chicken!” look.
But, despite a complete lack of tail, and some nasty puncture wounds, Foxy The Chicken is doing well (Due in large part to the help of a friend who watched her when I left on vacation the next day) and is just about ready to rejoin the rest of the flock.
I’ll miss her friendly chatter as she roams the bathroom while I shower but I gotta tell ya, chicken feed (and other matter) really scatters when it hits a tile floor!
A truer heart no chicken-lover hath, than thou. 🙂
🙂 Well, keep it a secret from them that they sometimes end up in the soup pot, okay? ❤
Took me back to Foxy Loxy and Chicken Licken.
Thats the stuff of heroines, Jessie.
As much as I don’t want a fox eating my chickens, it was very cool to see one up close. It was so Bouncy!
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That’s one very lucky chicken…
I was pleasantly surprised to find her alive when I picked her up and then again the next morning. Chickens are tough birds!
So, one of our showers is unusable due to water damage. Happy to say no chickens are involved, or maybe it would be better if chickens were involved?
It might be much more useful than an empty shower! 😉
This is very true.