I got home from work at about 2:45 am and Connor went on high alert as soon as he got out of the car. The neighbor's dog was barking like mad and Connor joined in then took off to clear the area of invaders. I went out to check on everyone and they were all fine and I saw nothing but deer and the full moon for the dogs to be barking at so I shrugged and went to bed.
I couldn't sleep though and Connor kept yelling at something. Finally, he gave up and came to bed just before 4:00. At five after, I heard the chickens squaking and rushed out the door to check. One of the red star hens was gone.
Something had tunneled under the wall and stolen a hen. I think they would all be dead if I had not arrived, half naked, in slippers, mad as hell and ready to take on all monsters.
This is why I question the sanity of trying to keep poultry here.
Something is going to have to be done. For today, I moved the coop next to the barn and reinforced the perimeter. It will be hotter for them, but maybe safer. It was all I could do for today. If they make it to tomorrow, I will figure something else out. What ever the murderer is, it is not deterred by two large, angry dogs. Given how small the tunnel space was under the wall, I suspect a Fisher. They are not easily deterred.
Don't. Get. Attached.