Chicken feathers? I think not!

Ferdie slid down into a laying position a front leg on either side of the owl, the wild fauna was now ganging up on him, and he without the energy to bother with them. A lone fox was no cause for concern they didn't travel in packs nor could it hunt anything more then rats and things. In the winter when food was scarce this fox would be a concern but food was plentiful enough for the moment.

So he ignored the fox and snuffed the owls belly very gently, he had learned long ago one bite from and bird was nasty this one could probably even scar him but not before he killed it for the bite. So he wasn't overly concerned about being bitten. He was resigned to the fact mother nature wanted to mock him too now. He sighed watching the owls chest feathers move below his breath silently.