
rosemary isabrown chicken
It was just another Monday afternoon, the sun was shining and the chickens were pecking around just outside the coop, happily scratching for worms and eating some grass and dandylion leaves. Suddenly, there was a tremendous clucking, Nigel with panic in his voice. What could have spooked them?
I ran to the door, slipping on my trainers and counted the chickens. Two hens, one rooster – where were the other three? In an instant I was at the end of the drive checking the lane. Delia was sprinting, as fast as I’ve ever seen a chicken run, away from our house and then I saw her dart into the hedge.
Hastily I got the girls to put on their shoes and come with me to save Delia. With no regard for our own safety, well there was nothing on the lane to regard, save a few large piles of horse manure, we made our way to where I had seen Delia vanish.
We searched and called her to no avail. Yet when we turned to look back she had emerged, encouraged by our calls. She returned to the coop with us. There were still two birds missing.
Pru quickly became apparent. She had flapped into the cottage garden and was with our dog. She was easily rescued and reunited with the flock. It was the first time any of the chickens had entered the cottage garden.
Rosemary is still missing. I imagine that Delia had run off after whatever creature had taken her. Delia is always the first to charge at any foe, dog, cat or, I guess, a fox.
So Rosemary, the first chicken we got, having survived a December attack by a neighbour’s Jack Russell now appears to have been prey to a fox. With sadness I share this dramatic tale…