I had my Kawasaki Mule loaded up to feed the goats, started down the hill and got a premonition something bad was happening. Just then i heard one of the juvenile Polish scream as a hawk flew off with it! I tried to follow down the trail, but the hawk disappeared into the trees. I returned to the scene of the crime, and there were black feathers all over from a young black orpington that lay dead on the ground. I guess the hawk was unable to fly off with the bigger orp but the little polish was perfect take out chicken! Those little polish are so sweet, they come and sit on my feet when i am filling their feeder. I feel so helpless, unable to help the poor thing in the clutches of that bird! I am thinking i need a shotgun. Those chickens were just feet from their tractors, i let them out to enjoy the beautiful sunny day. Big mistake. It was a very sad day for me :'(