I went out to check on the chooks at 9 pm yesterday, and guess who was in the trap? That's right.
Would you like to guess who went for a swim in our pond after I tied a rope to the trap? That's right.
Normally, I would not do such a thing to an animal, but I flashed in my mind the memories of all the chickens she killed, their personalities, their quirks, and all the funny, goofy, annoying (but forgivable) things they did. Then I thought about the way they died; chased down, viciously brutalized, stricken with panic, no hope of escape.
That made it very easy.
And yes, I did say she. I'm going to have traps out for the next three weeks, seeing if there are other members of her family I should be concerned about. But the main perpetrator is gone. I even took the carcass out to pen and showed it to the chooks. Squeaker freaked when he saw it, but perked up as he watched me drop the carcass on the ground, kick it, etc. So now they know that it's dead, and they're behavior is starting to show it. They're getting bored being in the coop all day, but I plan to keep them in there for at least a week as a precaution.
My broody hen seems to like being in the house. She's so focused on her duty that she barely makes a sound; my dad has to check on her every once in a while just to assure himself that she's not dead. Tomorrow is day 19, so we'll see if any of her egglings hatch out real soon.