The back story:
I was riding my bike in the "neighborhood" and when I returned noticed the chickens had been locked up in their small outside pen.
When I left they were in the donkey pasture, with the donks.
Then I turned to manure duty.
Rick came out to the gate and explained that while I was gone, he heard the chickens in a ruckus and found Golda back in the corner by the fence.
No idea what predator would have been out in the middle of the afternoon. It would have had to jump the fence - front gate was blocked off so hens couldn't escape.
I will miss the little girl.
She was my carry-around while chatting buddy.
Good-bye sweet Golda.