I'm so upset. I knew something wasn't right when I didn't hear our little OEBG roo this morning. After I put the kids on the school bus I went and looked in the coop and found one live hen and one dead one. No sign at all of the roo. I converted our horse shelter to a chicken coop and thought I had it secure, but I guess not secure enough. I can't see any obvious signs of the break-in, so it wasn't a bear or a fox that dug under. I think it must have been a racoon or maybe a possum. This is our first time having chickens, and now I have to break the sad news to my kids. The only "good" thing is that I am expecting a phone call from the post office any time now to tell me to come collect the dozen day-old pullets I've ordered from Ideal. Dang it man. I hadn't wanted a roo in the first place, but Rodeo was a gorgeous little guy and we'd all become really attached to him. Now I'm kind of hoping Ideal does throw in a packing peanut or two, but it just won't be the same. RIP Rodeo and Buttercup.