It is always a Campine. A hawk got a chicken about a month ago, and it was one of my beloved Campines. This morning, as I was leaving their pen, I saw a dead chicken under some snow. Of course, it was a Campine. She didn't make it into the Moop last night. Maybe I just missed her, or maybe some critter had already gotten her, and I just didn't see the body until this morning.
It always makes me sad. I think it was one of the remaining nine from last year, because she was pretty big.
I am glad that the only roosters I have are Campines. I will make sure that some of those white and fertile eggs get hatched next spring.