My husband received 6 white rock chickens for his birthday in March. Since then we bought 21 chickens and 2 turkeys to make a total of 30 poultry. Every night I would go out and close off the "coop". I was doing it more to keep the chicks warm than to keep anything out. To be honest the thought of anything getting my poultry never crossed my mind. We have 4 big dogs who have made such a sanctuary of our property we are having massive problems with rabbits, birds and ground squirrels. The past week had been warm so I'd not been closing off the "coop". Friday night was pretty busy. I went out around 8pm to check the chickens before going to bed. Several were clustered into the smaller dog house that sits in the pen and I moved them over and put them under the light with the others. When I left I closed the top gate latch but didn't bother with the bottom. They were officially too big to fit through the crack left by not closing it. I went back inside and cracked the windows to get some fresh air. I then went to bed.
During the night our St Bernard (must have) opened the window enough to fit out. He and the Great Pyr were found outside the next morning. My son and I went out a bit later with a bucket of chicken feed. When I rounded the corner there were corpses everywhere. They hadn't really eaten anything, seems they just killed them for fun. 3 survived by hiding underneath the "coop".
It was ALL me. If I hadn't moved those few into the main coop they would have survived as the dogs couldn't have gotten into that one. If I had closed the coop they couldn't have got to the chickens. If I had closed the bottom gate latch they wouldn't have been able to push it open to get to them. If I hadn't cracked the windows the dogs couldn't have jumped out. I'm still devastated about this. Seems so silly. My husband keeps telling me we were going to kill them all eventually anyway. I just keep thinking about how terrified they must have been. I can't even look at my dogs.

During the night our St Bernard (must have) opened the window enough to fit out. He and the Great Pyr were found outside the next morning. My son and I went out a bit later with a bucket of chicken feed. When I rounded the corner there were corpses everywhere. They hadn't really eaten anything, seems they just killed them for fun. 3 survived by hiding underneath the "coop".
It was ALL me. If I hadn't moved those few into the main coop they would have survived as the dogs couldn't have gotten into that one. If I had closed the coop they couldn't have got to the chickens. If I had closed the bottom gate latch they wouldn't have been able to push it open to get to them. If I hadn't cracked the windows the dogs couldn't have jumped out. I'm still devastated about this. Seems so silly. My husband keeps telling me we were going to kill them all eventually anyway. I just keep thinking about how terrified they must have been. I can't even look at my dogs.