Those of a sensitive nature, scroll on. Optimists may be rewarded for persevering.
Red, star of such posts as 'Would You Like To Talk To Me About Dinosaurs' and 'Chicken SWAT Team Available For Hire' - not to mention Tormentor Of The Cat - was attacked by a fox earlier this evening, in the back garden and in broad daylight.
If it hadn't been for Lily's yelling - a skill honed after every sodding time she's laid an egg, like it was a miracle of nature* - I wouldn't have gone running out to find the fox pinning Red to the ground, amongst a mountain of feathers. I assumed she was a goner, but ran back inside with her, to where the other chickens had fled and were tucking into some chicken-flavoured dog food, to find her still breathing.
Anyway, she's eaten her own bodyweight in sweetcorn, is about to get a bunch of useful drugs and they've all taken up residence in the kitchen. Apart from a bald arse she's essentially bloody but unbowed.
Whether the fox survived the ordeal is anybody's guess. Thoughts and prayers.
(*: It kind of is)
Red is on my left knee in the picture, but you knew that already.