It's another sad morning.  The spring predators are on the prowl.  While feeding I found a trail of black feathers leading from the side of the barn and over the back fence.  The black Foo-Foo head hen is missing (she's actually a Houdan Cochin cross hen that had a poof of feathers on her head).  I just hate it when this starts...  I didn't go search for her remains this time like I usually do.  It just hits me as too depressing this morning.