Well, maybe not a requiem - more like an enthusiastic wake. That's not quite right either. I held the vigil, and the chickens crazed. Hm. Feeding frenzy. There is the phrase. The katydid really didn't have a chance, clinging to the inside of the hardware cloth of the run. My hens are sharp-eyed surveyors of their enclosure, and most bugs are quickly snapped up and devoured. Grasshoppery things rank the most delectable apparently because it was an all-out war over parts. Thank you for supplementing the hens' diet, katydid.