Oh my sweet Mary Grace. By the time I heard the girls squawking, the bobcat had grabbed one and ran over our fields. I ran out of my house, up the hill, over the fence and pursued for about an acre yelling the whole time. The bobcat let her go and took off over a hill. My beautiful Mary Grace died in my arms. I realize one of the downsides to free-range is an opportunity for predators. I let them free range when I am home, but being home didn't matter this time. I am very sad, she was a sweet, sweet hen. A silver laced wyandotte. The others are traumatized of course but I got them all in early tonight and will restrict their movements for awhile. Thanks for listening.