Lost a chicken last night. My own fault, as when we came in last night from visiting Amy & Brian's new baby Cedar, it was pouring and I was starving, and went right inside instead of putting the chickens in their box. Margo heard skwawking at three in morning and went out to chase off the raccoon with a stick. The raccoon let go of the one hen which Margo captured and put in the pen, one missing, and one headless chicken still guarded by the raccoon when Margo came back to investigate. It looked so cute. And sheepish, "I didn't want to kill your chicken."
Then today I was talking on the phone to Annie and I saw Blackie run across the road and behind the neighbors house. We soon had her herded back into the yard.