I woke up at 2:30am with horrible noises coming from the chicken coop. I jumped out of bed and ran to the chicken run only to find a fox running away and both the chickens dead. (not going to get into the graphical details here)
I did not have a good sleep after that and the feeling of loss is immeasurable. Sophia and Victoria, albeit their quirky behaviors, were our pets. 52 weeks of chickens was a project to photograph the two chickens throughout the year.
Dean and I will likely get other chickens once we move to the new house, but not before then. I’m not sure I will proceed with the project once we get the new chicks. I will leave that decision to be made when the time comes.