I love my dog. He is very sweet, but he does like to chase the chickens. For this reason, when they are free ranging, he is locked in the dog yard rather than having free-range, himself. I asked my son, husband standing right there, to let the birds out (24 of them) and lock up the dog about mid-morning. My daughter and I left for shopping at noon and there's one of my CA Whites dead on the side of the driveway. I send dh a text and he blames it solely on the dog, though he was the one who let the dog out of the yard. I get home from shopping and my favorite boy, who I raised from a hatchling, who'd still come when I called, who'd still get on my back or shoulder at over 12 lbs., lying on his side on top of the nest boxes. He was still breathing, though shallow, and raised his head when I spoke to him. I wrapped him in a towel and held him till he died a few minutes later. I'm heartbroken and the only one in our house of five who grieves over the loss of a chicken. I don't raise them and treat them the way I do to allow them to die slow and miserable deaths! I'm ready to give it up for good. Rest in peace, Red, momma loves you!