After the red fox wiped out 22 of our Buff Orpingtons last month, leaving us with only 5 12-week-olds, we are beginning again with a mess of peepers--mostly Buff Orp pullets again, but also a good mess of cockerels, both Buff Orps and White Rocks, and a handful of Marans. So the basement playroom currently has two large brooders going--one is home to 50-some-odd chicks and the other to 13 Narragansett turkey poults who are going on 4 weeks old. The chicks' brooder right now is open at the top, since they're only a few days old. The turkeys' is covered with chicken wire to keep the little buggers in, this after we discovered one happily lounging in a trash can the other day. Well, tonight, we were down there just filling feeders and cleaning waterers and stuff, and got distracted when my mom called to say she was stopping by for a minute. We finished up what we were doing, turned out the basement lights, and shut the door...LEAVING THE DOG SHUT UP INSIDE. Which dog? Why, the big one. The one in my avatar there. Delta, the confirmed chicken-killer-and-eater (from back at my old place, where there were feral hens). We visited with my mom for the better part of an hour, never even missing the dog, until Mom left and we heard Delta barking from the basement. I heard Alex say, "OH, NO!" and go out to the basement, only to return a minute later with a very happy, excited Delta in tow. My stomach just dropped. "Did we shut her up in the BASEMENT?" I cried. Alex nodded. I just took a deep breath, and asked, "The baby chicks--did she eat them all?" He answered, "Nope." I squinted at him. "How many did she get, then?" Alex said, "Not a one." I asked, "The TURKEYS?" No turkeys, either, Alex reported. She was so upset at having been left behind, that she must have stood at the top of the stairs crying to get out the entire time she was in there. I still can't believe our dumb, dumb luck, and I had to share our miracle story. I'm rather in shock. I really might just be too stupid to raise poultry.