We lost all our girls last night to a fox, we think. Nothing left of all six, even our meanest hen. There where lumps of feathers of each hen. Small black pile, several white piles, goldy brown pile and whitish brown pile. Our backyard looks just like a depressing Christmas. May you bok in peace, Mama/Paisley/Imelda/Hildegard/Ethel and Audrey.