My poor little Dorothy Gale. Something took her the other night. I'm not even sure what. I went down to the coop and there was just a tuft of feathers. There's no way she could have gotten out herself. And I looked everywhere for her. Not a sign. I have 12 chickens, and I love each one, but DG was the only one I raised from an egg, so she was special. She was just 4 months old. Didn't even get to lay one blue egg. Oddly enough, we had visitors on the day she disappeared, so I have a picture with her on her last day. Here's a pic of her pipping, freshly hatched, a few weeks old, and with me on her last day. Sad.