This must be the day for loosing our little girls.
Sometime during my afternoon nap, something got poor little Ginger Wonky Toes.
I never heard a thing. Neither did Denny or the dog. I'm pretty sure it must have been a bird of prey, though which one, I don't know. Ginger was a heavy and solid little girl, so I doubt it was the usual suspects of the Cooper or Sharp Shinned Hawks. They're no match for a larger chicken, being as they are a much smaller species of hawk themselves.
No..... My money is on one of the many eagle species we have around here. Especially as Ginger was originally hit out in the open, near garden #2, as evidenced by the slew of feathers everywhere, that then trailed off into the woods.
I know this sounds horrible but I'm just so relieved that it wasn't one of my girls that I am especially fond of. Ginger was a sweet girl in her own way, but she did have a tendency to pick on little Charlotte and several of her sisters. And she would sometimes be merciless in doing so. To the point of my having to intervene on a number of occasions. If I had to loose any of my girls in such a horrible way, part of me is relieved that it was Ginger and not one of my really sweet girls. I just hate loosing any of them for any reason!
So, scoot over here Cetawin. We'll mourn our losses together dear, lady.