I'm sorry this happened, too. Last year four of our Buff Orpingtons hatched out 8 babies between them. Only four made it to adulthood, even with their mamas, a manly rooster and a yappy Sheltie standing diligent guard over them. It just happens, it's the Circle of Life. That doesn't make it any easier, I know. But as others have said, our losses teach us how to make our next batch of babies more secure. Threats abound from above and below. If not hawks, it's snakes, or raccoons, weasels, owls, the neighbor's cat or sometimes even our own dogs. Or disease or cold or heat can take them! It's a battle, but one we are determined to win. Because we just love the little beggars. So gird up the loins of your heart, dry your tears, and on into the battle. You're scarred. That makes you one of us.