“If you’ve got livestock, you’ve got deadstock,” is how my friend Jen, at Milkweed & Teasel, puts it. Losing animals is a part of keeping animals. You care for them and protect them the best you can, but disease, accidents, and predators will sometimes win.

I know this. I’ve told myself this every time we’ve lost an animal. But this week was awful.

To date, most of our chicken deadstock has been courtesy of the local red-tail hawk population, and there haven’t been more than three or four over five years. There was one turkey poult that drowned because we didn’t adequately cover the pond that we’d installed for the ducks that inhabited the pen before the turkeys got there, and that one hit me hard because it was our fault. And then there was a raccoon that managed to get at our turkeys, and took one a night for several nights until we finally managed to make the roost raccoon-proof.

Overall, that’s a relatively small tally. Kevin’s Fort Knox of a chicken coop has never been breached, and we’ve never had a serious attack on the birds when they’re out in the open, since most of our predators – raccoons and coyotes, primarily – are nocturnal.

Then, last fall, we had a fox. I knew it was a fox because I heard a squawk, ran to the window, and saw it, literally, with feathers in its mouth. That was the end of the chickens’ free-ranging ways, and we kept them in all winter.

As the weather started to warm up, we kept our eyes open for a fox, but didn’t see one. Since we’d never had them in the seven years we’ve lived here, we harbored a hope that the fall fox was just visiting, and had moved on.

At first, we let the chickens out for just a couple hours, when we were around. Weeks went by without a lick of trouble, and we figured we were in the clear.

Then, last Thursday, I came home to a disturbing scattering of brown feathers in the driveway. I went looking for the flock, and found another scattering, this one of white feathers. I found the white chicken, dead and still warm, in the woods. No other birds were in evidence.

I walked the property and finally heard something in the leaves. I thought it was the chickens, but it wasn’t. It was a fox, skulking around behind the garage.

Kevin and I stood vigil until sundown, when two of our ten birds came tentatively out of their hiding places. We ushered them into the coop, locked them up, and got up at dawn the next day to see if there were any more stragglers. One more, our barred rock, appeared mid-morning. Finally, two days ago, I got a message from a neighbor – she’d woken to a chicken eating the spillover from her bird feeder, and thought it might be one of ours. It was, and we brought her home.

One of the four we recovered died a couple days later, either from injuries or from PTSD, and that leaves us three. Three, where ten had been. It’s gut-wrenching.

One of the reasons we like having chickens is that we’ve been able to let them roam free. It’s what they like to do, and we enjoy their company. We also like knowing we’ve given them just about the best life it’s possible for a chicken to have, and I’m not sure how I’m going to feel about keeping hens if we can’t do that.

And, right now, we can’t. Our three survivors are in Fort Knox for the duration, while we reconsider out livestock strategy.

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  1. So sorry about the chickens. I feel as if they were part of our family. And that fox was too damn greedy! How much can one fox eat anyway? And then checking out the garbage. Looking for dessert maybe?

  2. What we’ve done in the same situation is to build a covered run attached to the coop…but we let them roam when we’re out and about in the garden. All it takes to get them back “home” is a cup full of crumbles shaken near the run to get them all running back…a really fun sight! 🙂

  3. Accidental Mick says:

    So sorry for your loss Tamar, I know how fond both you an Kevin are of your chickens.

    I hate to be the bearer of bad news but you might not have seen the last of the fox. Foxes will kill any time they can and bury, for later retrieval, anything that they do not eat right away. You might have 4 or 5 carcasses buried on your land and the fox will come back for them.

    How do you feel about shooting it? I seem to remember from a previous post that there are restrictions about discharging a firearm on your property.

  4. So sorry; so infuriating… and if you cant shoot the durn thing. Live trap and take it far, far away? Like out in the ocean with you when you are fishing and see how far he can swim?????

  5. Yeah, I know this feeling. We’re currently on “free range when humans are around” measures. Sorry for the loss. Even if you’re no-nonsense about poultry, it’s still a loss.

  6. There are few sights more gut-wrenching than seeing all those feathers in the driveway. We have all been there.

    So, to free range or not to free range? That is the question. Well, on the up side foxes are fairly easy to deter. (Certainly easier than the hawks.) My advice to you is: electric fencing. It doesn’t have to be any more than one strand, hand high, around the perimeter of the chickens’ range. One smack from a hot fence is enough to prevent a fox’s return. It’s how we keep thousands of pheasants alive every season, until someone shoots them anyway.

    That doesn’t bring back your flock, but I hope it gives you hope for future chickens.

    • Aha! Electric fencing. That seems to be the solution to a lot of predator problems, and I think we may have to invest in some.

      Now, if we could only find a way to keep the squirrels out of the bird feeders and the rats out of the outbuildings, we’d be golden.

  7. I had friends who used a single strand of electric fencing around their horse paddock. The charge came from a solar battery which surprised me. My question would be, what happens if the chickens brush against it? For some reason, I wouldn’t mind shocking the **** out of a fox, but I’m not sure what happens when something as delicate as a chicken brushes up against the wire.

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