I was carrying a large dog crate into my run today with four new hens to add to my flock. My sweet little 8 week old barred rock girls all came running when they saw us. They are all very social and friendly. My daughter noticed there were only four and we started looking for the fifth. We couldn't find her anywhere and searched the pen and coop for several minutes. I was worried that something like a weasel had found a way through my poultry wire over the top of the run but I decided to check everything later. The new girls were hot and stressed and I wanted to get them settled. We took care of getting everyone settled and went to move the big dog crate out of the run and clean up. There was my poor little girl underneath, dead. I felt so horrible and stupid. I never realized we set it down on top of her. All I could do was cry.