Let's see, what happened today. Cleaned, made cookies, walked the dogs, oh yeah, and almost lost a chicken. The question I ask - Why jump the fence? The chickens have to know the dogs are out there. But they still do it. So I go flying out the back door and try to find something to break up the massacre. The wheelbarrow is right there, so I throw the wheelbarrow onto the mass of fur and feathers and drag the first set of dogs into the house. Then throw the third one into the dog crate that happens to be on the back deck, and that only leaves one left, who screams like a baby when I barely touch his collar. Amazingly, the chicken is fine and gets tossed back over the fence. So back inside, wash my hands, and continue the dishes. Barely broke a sweat on that one.