Today one of my chicks got out and one of the dogs killed her. No blood just dead. No one is talking. Brutus, the Chihuahua and the Cocker both act guilty. I think a joint effort. It was Alice, my Silver Lace Wyandotte. My dear sweet husband was so sympathtic he took me right down to the feed store to get not one, but two chicks. He said the new young one would be too lonely by itself. It's sad, but that's one way to enlarge my flock. I have gone from two to three chickens now. Poor Flo, my Buff Orp, will be lonely for awhile, but the little ones will catch up soon enough and join her. The new gals on the block are a RIR and a Bar Rock. What was soooo surprising was how much Flo had grown when I compared sizes. WOW! They do grow fast. I think I have a nice variety now. I hope they all get along. How long will I have to wait before I can test waters with them together. A couple of weeks?