Something Wicked This Way Comes

I thought I had put the Silkie chicks in a safe place.  Chicken wire wrapped the bottom of the chain-link fence, chicken wire over the top, barriers around the outside of the pen.  I did not anticipate a small, wicked something burrowing up from underneath in the night, under the fence from the accompanying dog run, and killing Waylon as he slept under the pallet with his small flock.  I found him when I went out to feed this morning.  Poor little thing with his shiny black Elvis hairdo.  The girls, Yuki, Satomi, and Keiko, are all fine.  They were spared.  I have dug down and placed the wooden pallet so they can't get under it anymore, and instead of the doorless Quonset hut, I've put in a large dog carrier so I can close them in at night.  The only saving grace, if there is one, is that this was a kill for food; not the senseless killing of the dog pack for fun.  It doesn't make it less sorrowful, but it is understandable.  I just wish I'd done better.