The chickens are on lockdown for the moment, and officially they are Not Happy. At 4:30 a.m. this morning I was awakened by the sound of a barking red fox—the first I’ve heard in months. It sounded as though the fox was in my driveway. An hour or so later when Baby Dog and I were taking our morning walk, I heard the barking again, this time more distantly.
I will let the chickens out this evening when I get home, so they can be outside for a few hours until dusk. Foxes are usually active at night, though sometimes are seen during the day. It’s those early morning and early evening hours that are the most critical, but with the fox prowling so close to the cabin, I’m not going to take any chances for a while.
This probably also means I won’t get any unbroken eggs for a while. The girls have taken to laying their eggs in the old chicken coop that I don’t use any longer but which I haven’t gotten rid of yet. Instead of laying eggs in their own coop’s nest boxes, they have decided to sleep in those cozy little nooks. So if they are forced to lay there today, I imagine the eggs will get broken before I get home.
In other chicken news, one of my girls laid a fairy egg a day or so ago. It’s the first one I’ve ever had. Fairy eggs, also called witch eggs, happen occasionally. Usually it’s when a hen is interrupted in her laying process for a day. It might have even been the day Baby Dog scared one of the hens when the two met unexpectedly at the corner of the cabin. Fairy eggs won’t have a yolk, so this one will get tossed out, but it’s still kind of interesting to see.