The poor old chickens had a scare last night

Last night a visitor arrived in the dead of night to nosey around where the chickens live.

I was woken at 2.30 this morning by lots of loud clucking, I sleep in an attic bedroom over looking the garden, and I'm somewhat deaf, so the cluckng must have been loud.

Its that clucking that chickens make when they are alarmed, you know it, sure you do, its the sound we all make to signify chickens laying an egg. Well that sound also signifies alarm, distress ( young chickens certainly make this noise as laying their 1st eggs seems to upset them quite a bit).

Also I could hear from the attic a familar sound, that weird noise that signals a fox near by calling loudly.

I should imagine that the chickens heard foxey and freaked out a bit, I know that they're locked up safe and sound, but it must be scarey for a creature who knows instictively that the predator is somewhere outside the wire netting and hut that they are inside.

I'd feel scared if it was me, and all that was beteen me and death was a small amount of wooden shed and some scimpy wire.

So I dashed downstairs opening a window quite loudly on the way, and met Chris who had arrived from his tent in the front garden to investigate also.

Well obviously the fox was long gone and we had a little chat before going back to bed.

The chickens were OK. Yep.

But today the chickens are back outside in their pen scuffling around. I bet that some part of them feels unsettled.

I'll spend some time later on today finishing the wiring around the top part of the pen and I'll also get back to making their new and improved super hut.