Our chickens are no longer innocent chicks, convinced that the world means them no harm.  One of their number disappeared right about the same time I spotted a red fox in a nearby field…and she left behind a ball of feathers.

Her roommates weren’t too happy about it.  They’ve been acting more cautious–especially around our dog, Zeke–and have elected to sleep off the floor of the coop.  Of course, I hadn’t yet made them a perch, so that left them wobbling all night on a gate.  Not conducive to a good night’s rest.

Enter the perch:

We made it from sticks and branches we harvested from the woods, lashed together with the wire I use when I work on their coop.  Simple, easy, and cheap.  Best of all, it’s been accepted by the chickens!

Shall we invite the fox in, and see what he thinks?