I heard the egg song so I looked out the window and there was a Broad-wing standing right there but I thought it was a hen. My attention was on the rooster singing the egg song. So I hollered at the rooster "What is wrong with you". That made the hawk take off and fly up in a tree. I ran outside and started counting chickens. Couldn't find Gloria, I finally found a pile of feathers and Gloria stuffed between two old garage door sections I had stacked behind the shed. I dug her out and checked her over. She managed to survive unscathed no thanks to the stupid rooster. This is what you end up with after generations of hatched chickens with no socialization.