No chickens, and a hole dug under the fence...
I was away last evening, and when I got home around 10:30, I heard some clucking from the chicken pen. Against my better judgement, I didnt investigate.
Hindsight is always 20/20.
I found lots of feathers and an empty pen this morning. I know it wasn't the dogs, because I saw them sleeping in the barn when I came home!
I'm pretty sure this is the hole where the culprit entered the pen, although the smaller hole might be from its offspring.
Jim saw a fox running in the fields the other day, so my guess is that she is now quite satisfied with herself.
And I will now have to buy eggs .
I declare war!