I screwed up royally

[Alagirl]

Playing in the yard with the dogs, I left the shed door open for a bit.
Then - oh SQUIRREL - I got sidetracked.

And then I heard a commotion, the cat dashing across the yard and the dog inside my brooder.
There were no survivors.

So I am kicking myself. The what-is, the 'I should have' and so forth, and the mental pictures of the massacre.

I can't blame the dog.
She is a weeny with a dash of terrier. I knew she could climb over things if she wanted it bad enough. (she lives and will still be loved. She is a cute thing after all)
But I am nonetheless heartbroken over the loss of my chickidoos.

So naturally, I will postpone my picture spread.
dangit, I knew better.

Off to soak my pillow.

 

[AmeraucanaHank]

I am sorrry.

 

[casportpony]

So sorry.

 

[Isadora]

I'm so sorry.

 

[SilverBirds]

So sorry for your losses.

 

[Alagirl]

So sorry for your losses, I hope if you get more chicks that everything goes well.

thank you. For right now (the weekend) I am allowing myself to feel sad. and rethink my setup. Come Monday we get back into the game, rebuilding.
I know more now (not just about how to secure the pen)
And while I thought I had been planning ahead, I saw where my ideas did not quite mesh up.
In the meantime, I will plant the blackberry where my poor chickies are buried.

 

[Acre4Me]

Sorry for your chick loss.

 

[Alagirl]

thank you.

 

[DUccle Cottage]

So sorry about your chicks.

 

[Chickens are awsome]

So sorry about your chicks