As the years go on, they do seem to be getting more and more brazen. I lost my last chook "Miss Red" a few months ago, I was having a drink of water at the sink, I saw Miss Red, so went to say hello, by the time I had reached the back door, a matter of 10 feet and about 5 seconds, she had been carried away. I couldnt believe it, all I could do was follow the trail of feathers until I caught up with her body by the fence. The fox couldnt squeeze her body through the wire squares, he just got her head.