On a warm, sunny afternoon in June, while I was running errands, our dog Jake broke out of his yard and hunted down my hens, killing them one-by-one.
I returned home to this incredible carnage, and my husband and I began counting the bodies, but there was one special hen missing, the little Easter Egger hen that I called Big Momma.
We looked and looked and after several hours, we found Big Momma alive, unharmed, hiding in a drainage pipe.
She was in shock, but recovered with care and love.
I ordered more chicks, they grew, our wayward dog Jake was secured so that he couldn't ever escape again, and all was well.