This morning I sent the kids out to feed and check the chickens, just like they do every morning. As I was rinsing some dishes I looked out towards the coop and saw the kids waving hysterically in the lit up doorway. I quickly opened the door and Camilla shouted through tears, "The chickens are DYING!!!" I threw on some boots, instructed Joseph to care for the littles, and sprinted out to see what was the matter. There was feathers everywhere and the chickens in the back run kept screeching. A fox had gotten into the hen house and was stuck in the outside run.We blocked off the doors to the coop and I went to the outside run with a flashlight and yelled at the fox as tears welled in my eyes (I was angry). Hyrum ran to the house to wake Gramma and Grampa while Camilla held an injured chicken and guarded the door. It was quite the fiasco, and the poor kids still had to catch the bus to school a half hour later. We had a good chat at the breakfast table about life on a farm and how these things sometimes happen. Dad, Mom and I went back out after the sun finally came up to assess the damage and try and figure out where the sly fox crept in. We cleaned up the feathers in the back run as best as we could so that the kids wouldn't see them when they got home from school. It was a hard morning for all of us I think.
The rest of the day was thankfully uneventful! Sawyer napped for a few hours while the little boys painted some wooden pumpkins.
Everyone has been counting down the days until Halloween, especially Finley. It's his most favorite holiday!
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