I'm crying as I sit here typing. I'm alone at the house now and I'm really glad none of my 3 children are here. I looked outside and my dog was eating something. Went out to see what it was and I don't know how but she got one of my white Leghorn girls. She must have found some small way to fly out of their run. The rest are in the run and OK with no visible entry point. I guess I'll just go sit and watch until my husband gets home and helps me figure out how to further tighten security on their run. I can't take any more sitting with a dead chicken in my lap (in a plastic bag) and crying.