We lost a baby chick . . .

This happened last week:
I'm so ANGRY!!! We lost a baby chick tonight.

Today, I moved those week-old nasty buzzards out of my dining room where those warm lamps were making their little chicken smells waft all through the kitchen. I took them and put them in the garage after carefully running an extension cord just right so I could keep their little butts warm. It was great. The garage is about 10 degrees warmer than my house and about 5 degrees hotter than outside.

Well, tonight we got home from Bham and the garage stunk to the high heavens!! So, smart folks that we are, we left the garage door open for a "few minutes" to let it air out a little. Well, about an hour later, we're sitting together in the living room watching old Tom and Jerry cartoons, and Monty hears the chicks all making a ruckus. He jumps up and runs out to the garage where he sees the neighborhood roaming German Shepherd "Baby" toting off a sweet little yellow fuzzball!!!! He scolds her and she drops the chick and slinks off into the night.

Monty grabs the chick and there's no blood, but he has a dangling leg. Awww, crap. We closed the garage door and checked all the other animals just to be sure. Then we had to take the little chick and Monty had to finish him off - he was fading fast anyway. It was AWFUL!!! I felt SO badly that we'd been careless. The good news is that this is the little 11 chicks I got for $20 last week that have taught us many things in preparation for the big shipment that's coming any day now. Oh, well. Such is life on the farm????