That’s my chicken coop behind my inquisitive and always “up-for-the-chase” five month old puppy. Charley caught one of my chickens the other day. The pretty black one I call Penny. Prey instinct kicked in. He chased and caught her, held her for several seconds in his jaw before my husband got there and pulled him off. Penny was scared but fortunately no damage done. Now we don’t let Charley out when the chickens are out. It’s one or the other. I don’t know if this is just a puppy thing. We’ll see.