One fateful morning we woke up to find that a coon had attacked the hens roosting in the tree. Our rooster fought him off but one of our hens were injured. We brought her inside to nurse her back to health. I was feeling quite happy that the rooster had been doing his job when I happened to look out our front window to see one of our hens squished on the road! Quickly, I summoned my oldest to handle the job of cleaning up. And by cleaning up I mean he took the shovel out and scraped the poor hen off the road. I was amazed at how far the poor hens flew once she was hit. They went all the way up and down the road.
The bad news is that we lost a hen. The good news is that they stick to the back yard now.
Moral of the story... always look twice before crossing the road!