Thanks everyone. We got them all buried in a mass grave. The duck that was injured has since died. She's buried next to the others.
We didn't catch the dogs. We found them, but didn't catch them. The sheriff called animal control, and he's out looking for them now. I don't think he'll find them.
The remaining birds are shaken up.. they're silent. One of the girls won't stop sounding the alarm, and the rest aren't making a sound.
DuDa's chicks are all accounted for, and in the coop with everyone else. The geese and pekin ducks are all home, and they'll be closed up in the barn tonight with the chickens. They hate it, but i'm not chancing it until the dogs are caught or shot.
All of them had their necks broken. Every one. Ghandi has a large wound on his back, and he's shocky. I don't want to traumatize him any worse getting him cleaned up, so i'm letting him rest for a while.
SO final count 18 birds dead. All survivors accounted for. Some showed up home a couple hours later. A friend came and helped us get all the feathers cleaned up out of the yard. The kids are upset, but not as upset as they'd been if they saw it first hand. I'm the most upset about Stubs and Mr. Worthington, and DuDa. Duda was mean, but she was a good mama. Mr. Worthington was a tiny little porcelain D'uccle, about the size of a pigeon. He was a fantastic personality though. Stubs went through hell in an abusive situation, survived, taught many chicks how to be chickens, and then came to me. He survived so much, and in the end a stupid dog thought he'd make a great chew toy. I'm heartbroken over all of them.. they were all hand raised and spoiled rotten.