Scat, fox!

Icky, sticky, (disgustingly) stinky fox poo!

When Erin checked the chookies yesterday, she noticed some unusual poo by the wire. Although some people laugh at my "Tracks, Scats and Other Traces" book, it proved very useful on this occasion and we all agree the poo in question belongs to a fox. 

There was more poo this morning (but someone stepped in it before I could take a photo!) - and the odd sounds heard last night were a fox's territorial calls. 

Nick is currently on annual leave and we had already been researching more permanent, fox-proof housing for our girls as a holiday project.  Given the fox scats, we will fast-track our efforts!