Rotten neighbor's rotten dog (from across the street) found a place to squeeze into my back yard. Hens making a ruckus, I knew something wrong. I got out there as quick as I could (over 60 and move slow) to find this nasty smallish dog terrorizing my hens. I yelled at it and I think it must have figured out that if I got hold of it, I would have killed it with my bare hands, and after a couple of last lunges at my girls, it ran to the place where it got in and squeezed itself back out. I have blocked that, and my girls are all ok now except for poor Izabella (one of my black australorps) who lost a great quantity of tail and back-end feathers (it was cornered in a nest box and turned tail to the dog). One of my amber-whites hid so well I couldn't find her, but after more than an hour came out unharmed. Yup, it is time to get me a gun. I know it is the owner's fault, not the dog's, but the law won't let me shoot the owner.