Fall Has Come

Fall has come, and as long as it is just dry and windy, Chick and Chucky won't mind.
Here they are, at what might become their new home. We might move to this new, wilder place. Here they are exploring an unused sandbox on the potential new premises. As far as they are concerned, this is heaven.

My fear, though, is that they may at some point be eaten by a fox who is looking for a good lunch for herself and her children. There is an old, deserted fox den with several entrances, which means they used to live here. The chicken would attract foxes - for obvious reasons. At other places, Chucky might be killed by a car on a road. No chance of that here - but here he might be caught while wandering merrily in the corn fields. It's strange to feel worried about that - it's not my habit at all. But I've started dreaming about a fox heading off to its lair with a dead Chick between its jaws... my Chick!

All we can think of now - apart from keeping the chicken in the closed courtyard - is to get a terrier (border terrier, Jack Russell or indeed a fox terrier), to keep the foxes at bay.

To be continued...