So this morning I cheerfully opened my bedroom window to check on my pretty girls. And only counted two. Where was my Sweetums? Then I noticed a TON of feathers. I raced outside. Something dug under my coop and inside and apparently scared all the feathers off of Sweetums, then dragged her to the back of the yard and ate a goodly portion of her. We rekon raccoons. Maybe possims. Either way I HATE THEM NOW. I'm so mad. And mad at myself for not keeping my girls safe. For tonight we moved the coop (it's a little A-frame moveable thing) on the patio and weighted it down a bunch. I hope that works. The idea of them being all trapped in there with some killer breaks my heart. I mean our chickens are pets, that might incidentally lay eggs some day (they are not laying yet).