"That's not very fox-proof!"

The wind was pretty wild last night at Hamby Home(in)stead.  I was woken at 1am by all the noise and we half-expected Erin to evacuate her caravan for the security of brick walls. 

She was very brave and toughed it out - or rather felt that the door might be ripped off it's hinges if she ventured outside!  The chookies had no choice but to sit tight, which was probably a good thing.


On inspection this morning there had been some damage to the undercover area near our front door, where the battened shade cloth (and batten) had ripped from the beams.  More surprisingly, part of the Fox-proof Fowl Fort had fallen! 

Erin muttered "that's not very fox-proof" when she saw the breach.  Quite true.  Although the girls didn't seem overly phased by their larger gateway - and were pleased of a free-range early-mark - it was clear we would need to repair the fence before night-fall.  After purchasing more cable ties, we took the opportunity to relocate the fort onto new pasture. 

(I use the expression "we" with much artistic license as it was really Nick who did all the hard work.  Vaughan assisted a little with some lifting and I helped thread cable ties through the panels)!