My dogs got into the coop, this time I'm not sure how. Yet again, I have dead chickens, except for one lone survivor, a 6wk old baby. I am now officially done. The tractor and the survivor are being rehomed, and my daughter will hate me forever. (she's 11, so I'm sure the hormones and teenage rebellion will now be official and well.... I am her mother) I'd like to thank everyone here for providing a wealth of information, humor and support. You are a wonderful community of people. May all your eggs be delicious, fertile and colorful; may all your dinner tables be graced with the fruit of your loving labors (whatever dinner may be!). As Douglas Adams wisely said (or was that really the dolphins?) "So long, and thanks for all the fish"