Massacre in the chicken pen

This is an old photo, re-dated to mark the occasion.

My wife spotted a fox in the chicken run this morning, at about 0630.  It was a large dog and we thought that we had better scare it away before the run opened.  But it was too late.  By the time we were there we had two dead hens and one mortally wounded.

Sad day!  They were lovely hens.  And now we have to tell the small people staying with us . . .