Don’t you just hate it when you quick go to jump in the shower and you forget about your chicken?
This chicken (recently named Foxy) was rescued from a fox by yours truly and has been recuperating in our shower. The shower, unfortunately for the rest of my family, is my new favorite injured bird holding area.
But I digress, you don’t want to hear the details of why the chicken moved out of a dog crate into the far superior shower, you want to hear about the fox attack. Right?
The moment the fox attacked is exactly why I acquired geese and they finally had their opportunity to shine and show off their watch-goose capabilities. Which they mostly did! The two of them set off an unholy racket, were joined by the ducks’ alarming quacks and then the rooster’s panic call. By the time I got…
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