I was inside and I heard the Guineas go off. I mean the whole group came running and they were sounding the alert. I knew something was up, then I saw the wild game roo about to loose his mind. Then i knew it was serious. I went over to the area where they had gathered and found one of the wild game babies that my wild hen has been raising for darn near two months now flopping around. Crap, i told myself, I ran over and held the little girl in my hands and she passed on. I am guessing a hawk broke her neck and was about to make her dinner. Momma hen stayed under the nurseriy the remaining part of the day. When I went to close her up, I petted her and told her i was so very sorry, she lost a baby and she knew it. Gosh darn, why is it the babies that have to loose their lives.