The latest update:
One of the surviving three hens, which went broody on the day of the attack, has just hatched all seven of the eggs we popped underneath her

Another of the hens is laying so we are getting some eggs, although obviously we've had to take down our 'Eggs for Sale' sign.
The third hen which laid like clockwork right through the winter is having a good rest now, but has at last got over her stress of the attack - she must have had a near miss.
And Napoleon is happy as a sandboy and thinks he's a daddy, although he's no longer fertile so the chicks are all Dwayne's. Doubtless some of the chicks will be cockerels so we'll start the problem all over again.
Fox hasn't taken any more so far, and they are happily going to bed early and getting up late to avoid it. It's nearly my birthday and my youngest son is getting me that catapult I want - watch out fox, because I'm a good shot, if out of practice.