I have no use for foxes. One of them stalked, killed, and ate my best peacock a number of years ago.
In recreating the incident, I firmly believe that the peacock saved the rest of the flock by leading the fox away from them. The shrieking of the others caused me to get up and look out the window (about 3 am). They were heading to the barn.
In the morning, Danny Boy wasn’t there. We found his tail feathers across the road a ccouple of days later. A professional trapper identifed the footprints in the driveway as belonging to a mother fox and 3 kits.
very sad.
Poor thing.