Heard the chickens squawking this morning, grabbed my old Crosman pellet pistol and thundered out to see what the fuss was all about. Found this dude tearing away at one of my hens, so I walked up behind him and put a 22 caliber pellet in his head. He stopped his chicken dinner (breakfast, actually) and wandered around, trying to figure out why he had such a terrible headache. I pumped up the pistol, tracked him down, and gave him another one. He gave it up. Unfortunately, the poor old hen was so torn up that I couldn't save her. Damnit!