Dirty Ducks

It's not a great photograph but I just wanted to mark the day. A fox got into our chicken run last night and there was an all out massacre. We woke up to chickens all over the garden, alive, dead and injured. The white ducks have turned grey from battling and escaping with their lives through the mud. As the day went on a few more came out of hiding in the hedges and neighbouring fields. The poor wee things, they will not be settled for a few days.
A nice thing did happen in the evening though. We found a chicken nesting under the children's slide. She was sitting on eggs and, although we wouldn't normally, we decided to move her as we were worried about the fox coming back. When we picked her up (gloves required!) eight little black chicks appeared. I reckon that they were only a few hours old and gave us an upbeat end to the day.
What The Lord hath giveth he hath taken away. Although it's not in the same order thankfully life goes on.