Dear Mr Fox,
You have visited us many times over the past year. We have spent hundreds of pounds on birds that have either ended up in your horrible stomach or left dead in the coop and the field.
I have cried many, many tears over the carnage you have left and I don’t want to cry about poor, dead chickens any more.
This ends now.
We are getting a lovely new hen and cockerel today and some ex-battery hens next month and I want them to live long, happy lives at our farm. I am going to name them so I am determined that they will live.
I am sick of buying eggs at the supermarket that are expensive and taste anaemic.
You are a nasty thing who kills mostly for fun and we love chickens.
We will be patrolling the field, making sure the coop is shut every night and if there is even a sign that you have visited we will find you.
A farm is just not a farm without hens.
From Emma and Boo