What a sad day! I want to cry for her but can't. I was sitting in my car as my son was sleeping in his car seat. I watched as the flock of 1 rooster and 5 girls went into the brush between my neighbors and our yard which they have done so many times before. The only difference today was the clucking and running of the flock. I saw one of my Rhode Island Reds run for her life with an animal chasing her. I didn't see its head nor its tail. All I saw was an orange body. I ran out of the car screaming, ran through the brush full of pricker bushes, poison ivy, wild grape vines, and whatever else. The first thing I saw was a pile of feathers. Looking a couple of feet to the left, I found her lying down as if ready to lay an egg and her right wing slightly spread. I talked softly to her trying to calm her. I went to pick her up and she moved a couple of feet away. I approached again and this time she let me pick her up. As I carried her back to our yard, she started to flap and crapped all over my pants. I kept talking to her, got to our yard, and laid her down. As I put her down her eyes closed and she passed away. I called my neighbor from across the street (who has more chicken experience than I) to confirm what I already knew. He told me what to do and I got on it. He told me I was doing well since I only lost one after getting them as chickes 11 months ago. He told me how he lost 23 who were ready for their first night outside in one night to a rat. Didn't make me feel too much better. So, I prepared her grave and went to get her. Well, the rooster was constantly crooning and walking around the house after putting the girls in their hiding place. He must have sensed the danger had past because when I went to get the dead girl he was coming with the hens. He saw me pick her up and came at me with his wings spread and making a scary sound. I put her down and took a few steps back. They all went up to her dead body. He pecked at her head and tried to corral her. Three of the other girls pecked at her and then walked away with him. One girl, another Red, pecked at her and then began preening her "sisters'" feathers. He returned and took her away. When he wasn't looking, I picked her up again. He saw and did the same as previously mentioned. This time, the "sister" spent 5 - 7 minutes preening the dead bird. My 5 year old daughter was telling her, "It's ok, Paula (bird's name). She's dead. There's nothing you can do." Once she left, I had my daughter stand guard against the rooster so I could bury her. He saw and I think he finally figured it out. I am so worried about going out to their coop tomorrow in fear that the fox would have returned. Now I know why my cousin stopped keeping them. If only I got there a little sooner. Thanks for listening.