Tragedy Strikes

At 6:30 this evening, Bee happened to look out the window and notice a chicken flying across the front yard. Mind you, I'd just installed an awesome, rickety, semi-anti-chicken barrier to keep them out of there and cut down on the areas of chicken poop in which to step. (The cats have been ecstatic to have the front yard back. The chickens have been sulking). Anyway, we trundled out to throw the chickens back into the side yard . . . and realized there was a raccoon in their open run. We chased the raccoon into the field , but it was too late: Calamity Jane, our favorite chicken, the most-outgoing and quirky, had been killed.