On Monday night, walking back through the garden at about 10, lit by a wonderful full moon, shadows on the frosty lawn I thought - "what a wonderful night this would be for a fox".
On Tuesday morning I found that it had indeed been a wonderful night for whatever fox lurks in our woods.
The chicken pen was full of feathers, with horrible remains left of a light sussex cockerel. We are also missing 2 young mix cockerels and a black rock hen.
They get locked up at night but it had probably been about 5pm when I had got round to it - obviously too late. They must have been snatched while I sewed happily away on my machine.
Its part of keeping hens I suppose, but now I am constantly scanning the edges of the wood for something russetty amongst the bracken. katy pointed out that we had too many cockerels anyway.