Mariah found Ivan the Terrible/Mrs. Doubtfire today. He was in the back corner of the yard, missing a head, with a big hole in one side. To me, his condition is basically conclusive of what happened: the storms came, he freaked out and flew over the fence, and got mauled by a dog. The owner later threw his body over the fence. Mariah thinks that his resting position makes that unlikely, but she admits that we had previously checked the spot where she found him. Regardless, we now know what we already knew: out accidental rooster is dead, only days after Snowflake. We are now down to the two least interesting chickens of the flock.