A fox just carried Claire away. It was around six o'clock, not even close to dark, the girls were out in the yard. I heard a loud strange chicken vocalization and saw one of the RIR girls running really fast away from the house. I went on the back porch and saw a healthy little fox making off with Claire in his mouth. I chased him in my sock feet, but he was way ahead of me, and I'm not too quick with running shoes on.... I don't know if she was alive at that point, but probably not, she didn't make any sound. I sure did, though, this side of town must have heard me. It didn't stop the fox, though. Claire was the nicest hen. She was kind to the Barred Rock that the rest of the hens picked on. She was a beautiful, plump girl who got along with all the others. She was well behaved, didn't fly out of the pen, and during dramatic times would let Stewie shelter under her wings. We shall all miss her.