My new coop and run arrived nearly too late last week. I am ecstatic. The last hen came out of hiding only an hour earlier and I barely saved her from death by dog mauling although not from dog slobber. Basically, the story is that my 12 year old watched the oldest hen fall down into the window well from inside the house. He came and told me and I briefly saw more chicken carnage in my minds eye. Knee jerk reaction was to ask my 17 year old daughter to go look. Better parental sense kicked in and I ran outside. Of course, all the children followed me. The dog was in her run. That one is mysterious because none of us put her there. It is my best guess that a passing neighbor heard a commotion, knew Sunday's name and temperament (she's a ferociously friendly yellow lab), called her into her pen and left. Thank you, Samaritan. So the chickens had gotten out of their run. I had an old abandoned scout project coop and a small dog run acting as the chicken enclosure. The oldest hen s...