Well, I lost 16 of 17 chicks this afternoon to my dog. (He is wearing a dead chicken around his neck as we speak). They kept flying out of the brooder pen, so I decided that it was time for them to check out their new run, even though it wasn't finished. I put some of that green plastic poultry netting over the unfinished gate to keep them inside, but it was not enough to keep the dog out.
While gathering and counting the bodies, I came up one short. I finally found the lone survivor hiding under an ice chest and brought her back inside. She is pretty thoroughly traumatized. I brought over a chair and sat next to the brooder and stroked her a bit to calm her down. She then flew out of the brooder and landed in my lap. She sat there for a few, then climbed up my arm and perched on my shoulder, nuzzled under my neck, then moved to my other shoulder. I almost couldn't bear putting her back in the box. Really rough losing 16 chicks so that 1 starts feeling comfy with you, but it is what it is. I immediately ordered more chicks and specified shipping ASAP so she has some company. She is already 2 1/2 weeks old, so she will be the boss lady with the new chicks, which should get here Wednesday. I hope she accepts them without being too hard on them.
:'( I'm so sorry! My new hunting dog got ahold of one of the young ones but I hit her with a broom before she really bit her :/ I cried for an hour when I lost three chicks to a hawk once, I don't think I could handle if I lost 16. Hope your new chicks come in soon!