This morning, a fox. Four darlings of six left. I channel my hard German Nana, her ability to separate emotional from practical. Still doesn't make it easy. I tell yourself foxes are doing what foxes do best, but I still swear like fuck at foxes.
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Foxes being foxes after all.
They are. I try not to be mad. It's hard to argue with nature.
I love my chickens too.
They are so lovely.
You can try other methods to keep them safe. Your chickens look cute 😍