Foxy the chicken is long gone but her memory lives on. She became famous in these pages a decade ago as the chicken saved from the jaws of death. She’d been firmly gripped in the teeth of a fox that made the fatal mistake of looking back, giving me a fleeting moment to put a bullet into its neck. Despite puncture wounds on both sides of her spine, Foxy lived and laid for another few years.
moved into the property three days beforehand and had lost two chooks already. Subsequently, we worked on the chook yard’s
