Turned out to be a sad one for us.
The hens were all let out as usual this morning after breakfast... I did some gardening and came in for a cup of coffee. A casual glance out of the window and I noticed something not quite right so ran out to look.
There was a little mound of ginger feathers blowing about on the front field meaning only one thing - something had taken one of the hens.
I brought the rest in and shut them in their run, based on the likelihood that if a predator finds a source of prey it's very likely to come back. It's the first hen we've lost to predators, and despite the fact that we tried not to get too attached to them , it was still very upsetting.
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