Went down to the allotment this morning v dreading what I might find. Would my makeshift baracade have stopped Mr Fox from getting in?
On arrival, I counted 6 chickens, went into the coop and couldn’t find number 7. Panic. Went back outside to find all 7 looking at me begging for food.
Four eggs this morning and Lottie dithered with the idea of laying one. So when we go down later there may be another egg waiting for us.
So the blockade appears to be working thus far…