It has NOT been a restful night here in my flock... Weather is absolutely NUTS. Torrential rain since early this morning. Walking on this muddy ground is dangerous and driving more so. I have... 12 BIRDS... in my house. 4 quaratines. 3 injury. 3 chicks. Misha who does not like cold. And an entire Tom turkey. Quarantines were supposed to go out to the coop tonight. May have changed my mind on that one. One of the peafowls is missing... my mom's favorite of course, the imprinted peahen. I just found my Royal Palm Brooks next to the swimming pool 100 FEET from the coop. It seems a wing clipping is in order. He's sopping and currently asleep in a towel in my laundry room... I don't have a cage big enough... My favorite Silkie chick just came up with wry neck as well... so that's another sickly bird in addition to my Marek's stricken CornishxKoShamo pullet and my Silkie cock with an infected eye from my jerk Silkie roo... I've been sailing smooth for several months now with very few flock problems at all and suddenly everyone is absolutely losing their cool. Andddd now Misha is eating the newspaper. Thanks, Misha. Thanks. Pics of the causes of my current decent into insanity... EDIT: Oh and better news keeps coming in! Our "security guy" (lives in a trailer on the land) saw the neighbor dog (who I've suspected of killing a peacock and a turkey hen within the last two weeks) chasing the Tom turkey around. Stopped him doing it but I'm starting to think maybe that peahen isn't so missing after all. Currently on the phone with the neighbor lettin him know that if he don't keep the dog locked up it's gonna come up misisng real soon.