I heard a squawk down by the chicken house and looked out the window to see a red fox making his getaway. The air rifle didn't have a lasting effect, so the .22 came out. The shot went over his head, but he didn't come back. My hen was still alive but then she jumped out of my arms and died. So I dry plucked her while she was yet warm, and brought her into the house to butcher. My toddler's first question was "what's her name?" and it went on from there. Homeschool in practice. Here are a few pics... we probably won't eat the hen for a few days so that she can tender up. T can hardly wait.
