Since I was home much of yesterday, I decided to let the ladies range earlier than usual. Made sure all the dogs were in the house and let the girls out. We were rocking along when I hear the alarm cackle. Go flying out the door. There is hubbby's dog, Buddy rushing the fence. "You Bad Dog! How Did You Get Out!!!" Put Buddy up. Back outside. Here comes Polish & she's OK. Put her up. Uh-oh, there's a pile of feathers on the ground. Sister's. Where is the rest of the chicken? Spent 2 hours beating the bushes, checking under and over everything, up in the trees, in both neighbor's yards. Where is that chicken? Dead or alive she's got to be here somewhere. Was about to give up when Sister comes strolling out from under the playhouse (she's the same color as our dirt & I couldn't see her under there). Thank goodnes! But now she's tail-less Checked her over, just a few pin-pricks of blood on her bum. Put some Neo on them and she's right as rain. But Phew! that was a close one.