I think we may officially have the 'Hardest Chicken on the Block' in our garden. Mel was off yesterday and emailed to say the fox was prowling, later than usual, about 10am. I'm pretty confident about the new run holding up, but it would be the first test (after all, we can't be around all the time to scare the fox off, so best to let him test it while one of us is there).
He had a wee dig by the door, and was quickly defeated by the concrete base, so obviously went off for a little think. Came back about 11, paws up on the weldmesh to see if he could push it in, circled round, then pressed his nose up to the weldmesh having a sniff at the two chickens. Missy, mental case that she is, definitely the more stroppy and pushy despite being smaller, wanders up to him and pecks him on the nose...
Fox moves off, sits in the middle of the lawn and stares malevolently at the run.
He'll doubtless be back, so really time to finish all the snagging on it this weekend.