Yesterday I got home from work around 4 and went out to check on the chooks. Not even 2 ft away from the run was alot of barred rock feathers. Saw a movement out of the corner of my eye and there it was. On the edge of our woods, not even 15 ft away from me, on my hen. I ran over but it was much too late. My youngest daughter who will be 6 on Sunday, was very upset, as were my older two. We live in basically the suburbs. There are many homes around. On Sunday, we are going to let her pick out a few chicks from an ad I read on Craigslist. A sad day.