Today I came home and my dad left me a note one of my dogs had killed another chicken and of course it was my little Gertie a little d'anver that was the only one that made it from my hatch in June. She was my little baby she would sit on my arm and sing to me. You would think dad would learn by now to make sure all chickens are in their area when he lets the dogs out. I am a little upset right now and you guys are the only ones that will really understand. Don't get me wrong I love that my dad will let the dogs out during the day but poor Gertie couldn't he had just double checked. So Gertie is buried next to my rose bush and no more pretty songs from her I liked my little girl alot. Thanks for listening.