Sigh.. this week has been heartbreaking and terrible for me. What just happened literally a 15 minutes ago is a death kiss from the cherry on top. A few days ago, my mother who I've warned countless times to not let my little Papillon out unless it was supervised - let him out with my chickens. Her logic was "I've seen him with them before and he's so sweet with them." Well five dead birds later, she finally learned her lesson. I lost my Cream Legbar, Red Laced Blue Wyandotte, Light Brahma, and two Blue Silkies. Just 15 minutes ago, I was in my room (I have a glass sliding door that connects to my backyard and my laptop is facing it) when I heard a "bawwwwk?" and something somewhere fall. I had a gut feeling something was wrong so I rushed out and counted my babes. I only had 12 when I should've had 13. My favorite Partridge Silkie was gone. Poof, it's like Houdini himself came back from the dead, picked her up, and included her in his cruel last vanishing act. I have no idea what happened but I'm thinking maybe a hawk or owl? The thing is, I live in Los Angeles, CA. Well, San Gabriel Valley to be exact which are the suburbs surrounding the city itself. Never in my life have I seen a hawk or an owl and I feed birds at my property so I am often looking in the sky. I doubt it was a cat because my dog urinates around here and I've never seen a stray in my back yard. The weird thing is only one of them is gone - I have smaller one's out there that I would've thought something would take unless of my Partridge Silkie.. What do you think it could've been? This week has been disastrous and these are my first losts ever.