After an eggstatic Monday morning when one of my new layers started laying, Monday night was wrought with poultry carnage. Monday evening I got busy with dinner, cranky kids, exhausted stressed out hubby. At around 10 pm I lay in bed, relaxing while reading a dog training book by Jon Katz. Somehow while reading my mind began to wander. Jon's farm ramblings often lead me to start thinking of my farm. This is when I realized no one had shut the pop door on the chicken coop. I threw on a coat and boots and high tailed it to the coop with our lab rottie mix, Chug, at my heals. I quickly shut up the chickens, but discovered that the fox had beat me to the coop. Nearly all of my new birds were gone. I was sick!! I was even more furious to discover that the wily little devil was sneaking under the goat gate, onto a goat house, onto the chicken coop roof, onto an old rabbit hutch next to the coop, and in. Needless to say I am not a happy person. Next purchase...shot gun!