On my way “home” to my childhood house for Thanksgiving, I watched a fox cross the street and into the cornfield. For the 25 years my mom has been in that house I’ve never seen a fox there. She said she saw one in the backyard. My husband said he saw one dead in the road on the way over too. There must be some boom in the fox population in this suburban town. Not much to be bothered by the presence of foxes in suburbia in my opinion. But you have a chicken coup, you might not want these guys around.
If you’re looking for a humane AND effective way to send those hunting foxes elsewhere, take the word of a long time farmer from the Free Range Life: The answer is pee pee. Here’s exactly where to send your 8 year old grandson to do as nature intended: