After lunch, riding the T back to my in-laws' house, we got a call from our neighbor back in California. He is unsure how, but his dog got into our fenced yard and killed five of our chickens. Owen is devastated, and understandably so, because he has watched, studied, washed, fed, chased, and loved those chickens as only a 9-year-old boy without a dog can. I never thought I would do this, but I now think we will hire someone to put in a high-security chicken run with chain-link fencing. We love our chickens and can't let this happen ever again.
We'll see who survived when we get home tonight.