My Hen is missing

Its been nearly a week since one of my hens went missing. Its taken me until now to be able to talk about it. This was Ruben's only daughter. For those of you who don't know who Ruben is, you can read about him in some earlier posts. He was my son. To say he was a bad ass, never mind this isn't about him. But he would have torn your eyes out if you even looked at me the wrong way. Anyway, my bird is gone and I look for her every night, hoping she comes back to me. Most likely a fox or coyote got her,or maybe the tortoise, he's as big as a Prius. So tonight, sitting on my back steps I had a little confab with the remaining two hens. They were at my feet pecking mindlessly at the dirt. With my mind , I tried to get into their little heads. I figured if I concentrated hard enough, focusing on their skulls, I could find out any information they might have on what happened to Ruben's daughter. I stared at them, trying to mind meld with them, to no avail, I might as well have been staring at a couple of balloons. I do love them though. Looking at their little wings and legs, it makes me sick to think that people actually eat these beautiful creatures. I would become a vegetarian in a minute if vegetables and vegetarians didn't make me sick.