Woke up this morning to the fox chasing the chickens. Instinctually, I screamed and the fox dropped it and ran away as did the half dead chicken. Under my car. Now what? I have chosen the route of 'have a cup of coffee and maybe the problem will resolve itself.' Can you tell I'm not particularly attached to these chickens, though I love going out in the morning and saying "Good morning ladies" and them responding with their little gurgling noises. Now one is gurgling...yuk.