[in the hills]

My sister lives in a fairly built-up area. Mr Fox came a calling ....... grabbed poor Elvis (bantam cockerel) and headed off to the top of the garden. Sister ran out screaming, he dropped Elvis .... who ran back down the garden. Foxy headed back down and grabbed him again. My sister grabbed the broom and started to chase foxy, who dropped Elvis eventually and made off to the top of the garden. Sister locked the hens in and apart from being a bit shaken Elvis survived to tell the tale. Foxy lurked in the garden on and off all day. Sister was quite spooked by the apparent lack of fear but felt sorry for him in a way because he must have been quite desperate and looked very rough.