I am not a killer. I am just a girl who has been met with the great rage and hurt one feels when they have lost a truly special bird. As can be indirectly seen here: https://www.backyardchickens.com/forum/viewtopic.php?id=365540 My Camille and her buddy who yet lives, Monique, were being prepared to have a wonderful life, being well-fed and given the love and respect I give my birds until the day they die. But Camille met her end two nights ago at the paws of some vermin raccoons (we found pawprints on the windows). The fault is mine for not closing off the rafters when we first built the coop about 3 years ago. And I am very, very sorry the fact was not dealt with before an innocent life was taken. But it is what it is. My pullet was probably still alive when the beastly thing began ripping her wing from her body, and suffered a terrible death. And my Monique is not only friend-less, but has suffered horrible trauma having witnessed the ordeal. We are trying to get by and thought we will never meet the killers face to face. But tonight, I went outside to lock up the animals and was met with a mother racoon and her 3 (I think) cubs, her den just yards from our chicken coop! We have set a live-trap near the den and baited it with sausage. I am no killer. If I looked at myself a week ago, I wouldn't recognize what I have become. I could never see myself taking a life. But this can happen again, and I cannot be faced with the bitter sights of my former pets, torn apart. My Camille could have been a treasured bird someday, and will never have the chance to enjoy this world again. The family of raccoons has moved into the wrong territory. And they have made an enemy out of me.