Bert and the Fox Incident

Yesterday Mom saw the chickens run out of the swampy area chased by a fox. She ran out shouting, but the fox escaped with most of the Americauna Bert's tail feathers.
The other chickens don't like this--they have standards, for God's sake, and they've been picking on Bert. ('Picking on' is probably another chickenism like 'broody'.) So she's been moved to the second floor bathroom. BUT she's not alone. It was already occupied by the most beautiful hen she's even seen who lives in some sort of panel above the sink. We left them happy walking up and down examining each other.