Isis the chick is dead. I guess she will not be the most fertile one of the flock.
The kiddo let the dog out at an inopportune time yesterday, announcing proudly that she'd let her out while the adults in the house had their backs turned. In an instant the dog came running out of the chicken chalet with Isis in her mouth. Moments later the chick had a heart attack. In the midst of my anguish i have to giggle a little at the sight of Sascha the vagabond traveler holding my baby chick by her legs, carrying her around the yard. Yes, my friends. There most certainly is a dog in the hen house.