This morning, I came out to see my chickens and found nothing but feathers and my missing rooster. Our one and only prized rooster....gone. I was determined that I was going to get revenge. Tonight, boyfriend and I staked out in the chicken coop, and we had a little party sounder thing from a bday party. I made little distress calls, and sure enough after some patience three to five coyotes came prowling. Boyfriend was being patient, but I waited only until one got close enough, and with my 410 shotgun, I shot one of the coyotes. Sure enough, I got it. We found blood, and I saw is wriggling for a while. But it got up and ran away. I've never shot, much less killed anything before. I'm starting to feel guilty that A) I shot and maybe killed it B) maybe I injured it bad enough and it's somewhere suffering instead of a humane death. I know they will be back. There were tons of them, and they knew exactly where to come. Please console me BYC friends.