I don't think I have fully processed this yet. But I just finished burying all 12 of my 6-week old bantam chicks in the corner of my garden. My husband found them dead in the run and coop, all with small amounts of blood on their breasts and under their wings. I found the access point where the poultry wire was all messed up with some wiry/ kinky white hairs stuck on the edges. I don't want to blame the neighbor's Jack Russel, but that dog has been a notorious demon on this street. I'm so heartbroken though, and so angry, it feels like its all my fault, like I should have doubled and tripled on security though I already spent hours and hours going over every angle. And I still failed them. How do I even begin to start over. I can't imagine getting new chicks, I don't feel like I deserve them.