my dad came in from outside and told me that Esther, our last hen, was dead. Our dogs didn't kill her, it was probably a hawk or owl hunting in the day. great. just great. all of my first chickens are now dead. Sarah, Tanaga, Penny, Nate, Daisy, and now Esther. she had become so lovable since our dogs killed the others. she loved attention and grapes. now she is dead. if anything gets any one or all of my 6 chicks, i'll borrow a .22 or shotgun from my friend and hunt that animal down until i kill it. everything, and i mean everything, is out to kill my chickens even my own brother who only lets them live because he'd get in big trouble if he so much as hurt one.