We had a beautiful Thanksgiving holiday here at my place in the states...with a couple of exceptions.
I had let my chickens out to forage in the morning. It was such a bright and clear day and the clover was calling.
Afterwards, walking to the back...there was a dog in my backyard! In a flash I was out the door bare footed in my short pants chasing the dog which had begun to chase my chickens. Chickens, dog and I all crashed into the brush. The dog was caught by it's owner (it had broken it's leash) and the chickens had evaded into the brush and briars. I was the one worse for wear as my legs were bleeding from encounters with our cat briars. Oh well.
Later, the chickens reassembled out of the brush back to doing what chickens do. Two hours passed.
I heard the alarm. What now? As I walked toward my chickens a large hawk flew away and there on the ground lay one of my hens. It just wasn't her day. She's now fertilizer for next years vegetables.
The chickens are now locked up unless I am in the yard with them.