The Rooster's Dawn

Previously

…But now, Henrietta was weak, her defenses down. And the egg… the egg was undefended. The thought sent a fresh wave of panic through him. The fox was a hunter, patient and cunning, and the scent of vulnerability was an irresistible lure. He nudged Henrietta again, trying to coax her back to her usual place, to shield the egg with her warmth. But she merely offered a faint, pained cluck, her strength too depleted. Barnaby’s mind raced. He was a protector, a guardian. He couldn't stand by and watch his family be threatened. But what could he do? His crow