We had a decimation occur here. Eric said 'massacre' was too graphic. Yesterday, the dogs brought one hen up to the house, and one disappeared. Today, there were 5 dead around the yard, and one missing. I am soooo glad that we did all the things we did to get them through this winter. Both of the roosters are dead. We are down to 4 RIRs, the Cochin, and 4 Arcanas. This sucks. No babies for next spring. I hate my dogs. I held Genie in their faces, and if they twitched towards her, I yelled NO! and then held her some more, hoping to get some of the rage to go away, but it didn't really help. I tromped over to the machine shed, specifically to get the BB gun, to shoot them a little. But they followed me, stopped and sat when I stopped. I couldn't. And you know what gets me?? They didn't eat them. They didn't even try to eat them. The chickens were very beautiful--no blood. You know, when I butchered, I had a nice montage of their life, and it was very moving. As I carried Cricket to his final resting place, I had a montage, but this time, it was just done. No stew for him. Not even a fair death. I'm just... drained. I called Laura. I told Eric, and now I'm putting it here.