I'm so <expletive redacted> mad I don't know whether to <expletive redacted> or go blind. I came home late this afternoon and pulled into the yard and saw that the strong wind we had today blew a tree over and it smashed my chicken house. Ok that made me mad but what I saw in and around the wreckage sent me ballistic. I noticed my chickens laying dead around the yard. I then spotted a dog laying in the yard with several of my dead chickens around him and one in his mouth. We locked eyes and he took off with the chicken he was killing and broke full speed for the treeline. I jumped out of my truck and managed to get my rifle out and kill him before he reached the timber. I went to survey the damage at the chicken house and found only about 4 or maybe 6 chickens that looked like they died from the actual tree crushing the chicken house. The rest of them, 26 all together, had evidently been killed by either the dog I shot or another one. Every single chicken I had was either dead or mangled and nearly dead. I was simply seething. Which brings me to my question. You think one dog could kill 30 or so chickens in an afternoon or do you think he had accomplices? I'm thinking it was probably just the one dog but I suppose there could have been more. I'm going to keep my eyes open tomorrow and sweep the woods good and see if I can find any others. It was some sort of doberman rott looking mix that was in decent shape so I'm thinking it was a recent dumped stray or a neighbors dog though I didn't recognize it. Frankly I don't care. He is covered with lime and taking a dirt nap. If someone comes looking for the damn thing they can dig him up and the pay me for the damage he did, the cost of the rounds I used to kill him, the lime I used to cover him and my labor for burying him. Looks like building a chicken house is on the agenda for this spring. Yet one more chore I really don't have the time to take care of but what else is new. Too bad they don't make pre-fab chicken houses. They don't do they? I'm really gonna miss fresh eggs and chickens. Weird thing about the tree that crushed the chicken house was that it fell in the opposite direction that it should have fell considering which way the wind was blowing. It actually fell against the wind. I don't know how the heck that happened. Also it was alive last fall and looked perfectly healthy but the thing just broke off about 4 feet up the trunk. Just snapped. Never really know I guess. Well crap. Life is too darn ridiculous. I'm going to bed. Maybe things will look better tomorrow.