Our number one suspect is the big dog that comes into our yard from time to time. Soon after Jenna found the fresh body, this dog walked around the corner and scared the crap out of her. The chicken had been moved. A coincidence, maybe, but just in case we're instituting a zero-tolerance policy for strange dogs on our property.
I was actually thinking about raising chicks this year anyway, so it's not the end of the world. And again, it's kind of a mercy killing since Lacey (a.k.a. the dead one) had the worst time of it over the winter and was looking awfully pecked-over. I'll try to make things comfortable and safe for Prinny, and then bring home some baby peepers.