On Saturday one of my lovely children hadn't been taught how to shut the door to the "coop" properly and one of the chicks got out. My husband's 90 lb black lab, Shasta immediately retrieved the chick and brought it to my husband who was all the way on the other side of the yard... (this dog has never, in her life retrieved anything... not a ball, stuffed animal...nothing!) She brought the chick to my husband dropped it and sat down, like "well, here you go slacker, way to let it get out" My whole family comes running in yelling that the dog got Fromes (the chick) and I started crying. My husband, (who told me I couldn't have chickens in the first place) says to me, " It's o.k, we will get you a new one" WHAT??? BTW, the chick is fine... just slobbered on!