The Wildings

This morning an eagle dove into our pen and took a hen. I happened to be looking out the window and saw it happen! Poor Bert and Ernie were so frightened that they ran through the electric fence. We put them back in, but they have decided that the buzz from the fence isn't too bad. They have been walking in and out of the pen all day and have had a blast out in the yard. They ate my fall wreath off the front door and left big scratches in the paint. They ate my plant on the step, chewed up the pot it was in, and blocked me from walking to the recycle bin. 
The extra is of some fall leaves at the edge of our backyard woods.