I will spare you the pictures of this one, although there wasn't much to photograph. All of my chickens are dead. A nighttime raid on the coop killed all of them. It was most likely a raccoon. Damn raccoon.
The boys were very upset. Lydia doesn't really understand. She keeps looking for the chickens in the yard.
I'm not sure if we'll get more this summer or wait until next spring, but we won't do anything until we're sure we've secured the coop and better secured their yard.
Can you believe that I actually miss chickens?! I'd gotten really fond of those fluffy things.