Don't Wait When You NEED to Act
This previous Sunday, that meant heeding the urge to look out the kitchen window just in time to see a mangy fox (and I’m not kidding, it was mangy!) chasing one of MY girls!
I immediately ran out of the house in pursuit. I was wearing very little – very short nighty under a sweatshirt, barefoot and on my iPhone, because I was talking to my best friend Elle.
I was screaming like a maniac for my husband and to get the fox to leave my girl alone. She was clearly terrified and running for her life. :-(
She didn’t run to her coop but to the far side of the yard. When there was nowhere else to go, she plunged down the hill toward the neighbor's property through scrub brush.
I’d already thrown the only things I could grab: one Nike flip-flop and 2 sticks – I needed about 5 baseballs and I could’ve hit the damn thing. (Actually, I needed a shotgun but that is a discussion for another day. Sigh.)
As she scrambled down the steep hill, I was hysterical because I couldn’t follow. And then I saw the fox snap at her tail, leaving a poof of feathers.
I ran back for my husband and by the time we returned, of course the fox and my girl were gone. :-( My heart sank. I felt it. Loss.
My husband, ever steady, convinced me that we had to get the other four girls back into the safety of the coop. Which I did reluctantly. I wanted to go after my girl and that asshole fox NOW.
He told me that the fox wouldn’t stay and he would take her away – we wouldn’t be able to find her. :-(
Everything I train you for, is to be able to HEAR your intuition and my Chicken Mama heart said “go after your girl.”
So I did. I put on steel toe boots and grabbed a shovel.
The shovel was to bury my girl if I could find her, and fingers crossed, to beat the fox to death if he was dumb enough to be standing over her body. (Not kidding. My nightmare was to see a fox trying to eat my girl. That was even hard to TYPE).