Today, when I went to check on the chickens around 10 am, I realized one of our Golden Comets was missing. At first, I looked for a wandering chicken. Finding nothing I went back to the run and looked more closely. Feathers. About three piles of them, several from a life and death fight along the fence. A little bit of skin attached to the feathers. I searched for two hours and found no body or body parts. I think it happened this morning, although I am sick with the thought that I may have made a mistake on the head count last night and shut her out. The only place there was a possibility of getting in and out was a dip in the ground near where the feathers were by the fence. I knew this would happen sometime, but I feel so sad. She was such a sweet chicken and it must have been such an awful, terrifying end.