Ah, she's beautiful! There was a Buff Orpington (I THINK; i'm new at this!) in the flock I cared for this past fall. She was just the prettiest bird with that blonde cloak.
We had put the chickens away and the man and I had counted, me inside, him out in the enclosed run.
The people for whom I was chicken sitting came home for a visit the next morning and said "Did you lose a bird? There's a party of feathers on the hill."
And I said, No, I don't think so and ran up the mountain to their house.
I counted them (which was hard as they were already out rangin') and sure enough. 28. not 29.
I looked at the feather pile and that was not there the day before.
I ran back to the birds and sure enough, it was the buff who bought it.
It was the first time I'd lost a chicken. It was devastating. Especially since it was just a miscount problem. Especially since they weren't my birds. If I had gone back up there in half an hour, she probably would've been lingering around the coop door, which is where the fox most likely grabbed her. Or the bear. The fox takes them away, right? And the bear eats them in situ?
The people were wonderful about it; they've been free-ranging for 7 years and had gotten over the wildlife grabbing a bird. The woman said The way I figure it, the birds have a great life. And if they die feeding some wildlife, it's not the worse that could happen to them.
I didn't feel better for weeks. And believe me, we counted 2 and 3 times after that!!!! Then I lost two more the day I cleaned the coop right before the people were coming back to stay. One of mine, one of theirs. In broad daylight. With me up there sweeping and wheelbarrowing and talking to the chickens and the chihuahuas running about, and the talk radio I blasted in hopes of dissuading visiting predators...
Ouch, my heart hurts all over again.
My neighbor said "If the fox never got any birds, we'd never have room to get new stock cuz I ain't eating any of them!"
Still. It's so hard.