Last night was Purple Porch, and I delivered my wares to the distribution point. It was a gloomy day, and that means the chickens will go to roost early. Androo was milking, and I asked him to check when he was done to see if the chickens were in. If they were, then please button up the Moop for the night. I didn't ask him to call me, but was pretty sure that they would be inside before he left the place.
My customers all picked up early. I was sitting there knitting, and suddenly I just got a feeling. I broke down my display and headed out about 45 minutes early. As I headed up the drive (by then it was totally dark), I saw a fox. They like chickens. He was down by the road, but nevertheless it made me very uneasy.
I swung the car over by the Moop when I got near the house, something I usually don't do when there is snow on the ground, but by now I was very worried. The door was up. Androo must have finished milking early. I trotted through the snow to the door and was so very relieved to see everyone lined up on the roosts. They were done clucking and cooing; it was dark and they were asleep! No chicken feathers scattered about. All chickies accounted for.
Would the fox have made it to the Moop if I hadn't gotten home when I did? I will never know.
I put their feed troughs inside and gently lowered the door, giving thanks to the powers that be that my chickens were safe.