Well, shit, y'all.
Last night when I shut the chickens up I did a head count which we always do although if one is missing, there's nothing to be done about it since it's dark. But we do count their little chicken heads and since last spring, we've had seventeen every night and have been saying how amazing it is that we haven't lost any this year which is not generally the case because every critter on earth loves chicken from possums to raccoons to hawks to eagles to owls to foxes. And more.
But last night I could only count sixteen and it was Tweety that I could not find. Now sometimes those chickens can be wily, especially the banties, and hide in the hen house under straw or behind another bird or up on a ledge and although I gave the hen house a good look-over with the flashlight and couldn't see her, I thought that maybe she'd surprise me in the morning by being there.
But she wasn't.
When I went out to open up the hen house door I found feathers.