Glad it wasn't coyotes!
We had chickens for a few years, but the boy was young and he left the yard open one night. Went out the next morning, and most of the flock was scattered from here to wherever. The most sad part was Weazy ... the boy's rooster. He had put up quite a battle and the boy found him out in the south pasture. Here he comes, carrying his rooster which was almost as big as him ... we have a little cemetery in the corner of the front yard ... the rooster, his first cat, our first Lawless abandoned kitten .... (he grew up to be a HUGE cat, very athletic ... very entertaining ... ) ... maybe next year we will landscape the area, since each grave is marked with a VERY large rock. But, the hardest one was that rooster because the boy knew whose fault it was that the coyotes got him ... big burden for a little boy.