Just as I was leaving for work there was a big fuss in the yard - raven cawing, hen shrieking, dog barking, and the high pitched shriek of a baby chick. I got over to the site just in time to see a raven with a dark, limp shape in it's talons as it flew off.
Dejected, I went over to the nest to see if any eggs were left and heard "peep peep peep" from the hay shed. Sure enough, a wee baby had survived the attack. So, of a nest of about a dozen eggs, we had one baby but really, better than none.