We’ve got away with it for a long time, but finally one of the many local urban foxes found its way in to the smaller run. It was housing two cockerels belonging to a friend.
You can see where he’s managed to lock his lower jaw under the wooden frame of the door, and use his upper jaw to tear the weldmesh bodily away from the staples holding it. It wasn’t a huge hole, but big enough …
I won’t go into the gory details, but all that was left was a sad trail of feathers. Foxes will have newly born cubs at this time of year, so even the well-stocked suburban dustbins aren’t sufficient to support the burgeoning population. We’re in process of reinforcing the defences further.
Sorry to read about this John.