It's been a hard weekend for us. This is our first lost to a predator. Like most have said, I thought I did enough to keep predators out. Yesterday, I had heard the girls squawking. I can't see much of the coop from the window, but I saw enough and knew something was wrong. It looked like our Rochachette was down and a hawk behind her. I ran, but I was too late. It took most of her head. I have only one area where raptors can fly in but have not seen any near (I'll be fixing that, big challenge!). Desiree and I buried her today and planted spring bulbs around her. We had lots of tears, great memories and prayers today. She was just 7 months old. Rochachette loved Desiree. She would fall asleep all snuggled up with Desiree in her coat every time she was here. Her feathers were so soft and whispy. We hadn't planned on a Silkie, but when we went to get our chicks she was the last Silkie and they didn't like it being alone and talked us in to it. Not that is was that hard to convince us, because she was so sweet and super soft. Well I don't know if this story helps anyone except that you're not alone if you lose one of your chickens. To some it's part of having livestock, but to us she was so much more. We are heartbroken but moving forward. Thanks for reading. God Bless!