I can't believe our worst predator issue is with our own dog. She knocked the window fan out and went through a screen to get our roo. I saw her as I was giving water to the ducks and went chasing after her. She dropped him when I shouted and pranced about her prize, looking shocked that I didn't share in her enthusiasm as she was dragged in the house to be locked in the bathroom until I could figure out a better place for her. Went back to the roo that I thought was dead. Feathers were everywhere, some bloody and he was just lying there limp and motionless. But his eye moved when I bent over him and then I noticed he was breathing. So I scooped him up and put him in the hen house where it is cool and quiet, there's food and water and he can come out whenever he wants. A few minutes later, he got up and crawled into an old dresser that used to be our hen's roost before they got a hen house. He's walking around now, looking fine if a bit dazed. One minute he's mating his favorite hen, the next he's being dragged up a hill by a wing and then that crazy lady he's always trying to drive away is lifting the dog off him, holding him gently, looking him over and placing him in the coop. He must be feeling a bit dethroned at the moment, but I'm hoping that doesn't last. I'll be happy to have a survivor, even if he was top on my list for culling. We have too many roos and he is the most aggressive toward me, though he's not actually done anything but nip my toes so far. The dog is in the dog house and oh so lucky that she just won best in show at the county fair and is already signed up for state competition.