Tragedy in the Chicken House

Last night a predator of some sort got into the chicken yard and ate Debbie. It's my fault for leaving the door to the hutch open: I got complacent about the danger and was leaving the door open so the girls could be out in their yard as soon as they woke up in the morning. Something saw that as an opportunity to get some nice, fresh spring chicken.

So now they are locked up for the night, and with any luck we will not have any more losses. It's a real bummer to go out and see only three little faces in the yard, though.