The first thing we had to do before we could move to Richmond was build a fox-proof chicken run. We’ve seen foxes on the land twice already and the previous occupant reportedly lost some chooks to foxes. As if that wasn’t enough, there was the loss of Methuselah (RIP) and then, a mystery bird, right in front of the chook run was gobbled (if not the fox, what? a feral cat? an owl? an eagle? Oh dear, oh dear, the threat to our girls is real).
The first step was to locate a nice spot – shady in summer, sunny in winter – and mark out a good-sized plot.
Then Frank dug a trench to bury the chicken wire so the foxes would be deterred from digging under.
Up went the posts.
Then, magically (magical because Frank did it while I was busy with other tasks) all done, ready for the chickens to arrive with their coop. The coop has a brick foundation. The chooks have a water trough and I’ve put in some plants and sticks and blocks for them to dig under, stand on and perch on. Frank thinks I’m loopy but I didn’t want a big, empty rectangle to be their new home.
This photo kind of makes me sad. In it, Methuselah is prowling outside the chook run.
And here’s the finished coop and run.
Finally, here’s the girls on their first day outside the run. This photo shows them staying near the run but it’s a lie. They made a pretty quick march across the garden towards the big shed (seeking safety of the buildings?) and I had to carry them back down to their area twice. That was their first foray into the free world and it will be a while before I give them a second go. Their case wasn’t helped by the fact that they wouldn’t come when called and Bronwyn got stuck on the wrong side of the fence at dusk. If only I could sit them down and explain the rules.