another hen, damnit

This one was my fault. I thought Kylie had closed the hen house last night, but I didn't check. In the morning, lots of white feathers, leading off into the woods, and that's all we have left of Thistle, the white silkie (the other hen that was sitting quail eggs this time last year). I'm thinking fox rather than weasel this time, since it jumped the fence. I am fail.