We’ve only found one hen so far – Fran – and her back is all torn up with bite marks and wounds from the fox. Haven’t quite pieced things together yet, except that Simon went after the fox, who returned and – from the feather trail – went after Toots, and then was interrupted by a neighbor walking her husky. The dog barking caused the fox to run off. A brave and determined creature to take on a place with dogs and donkeys. Don’t know if Fran will survive.  Maria put some ointment on her wounds, and she’s in the barn roost. Sometimes chickens who are traumatized go into shock and hide for hours before emerging.

No sign of Meg or of Toots.

We’ll see.