The first visitors of the day, and the first clutch of turklets I've seen this spring, were these mamas and babies at the feeding station. They came back several times during the day. I always hold the good thought for the youngsters as their mortality rate is pretty high due to predators. These little ones aren't new chicks; I wonder how many siblings hatched that are now gone.
The internet is a powerful tool. I put their "wanted" posters on a local Facebook site, saying I'd wait until 1:30 before calling Animal Control if the owner couldn't be found. I put a deadline just to emphasize the urgency. Cam and the community sprang into action. I was on the phone to Animal Control at 2 (I'd waited) when the owner called. I cancelled the report and the guy said he'd be here to pick up the dogs at 3:30. At 3:30, he called again and said he'd be here at 5:30. I kept checking on the dogs, making sure they still had water, giving them milk bones, and filling in the holes the little girl was digging. She had one tunnel going that was deep enough that only her curly tail was above ground. I will admit that by almost 7:30 when the owner finally showed up, I was a little tight-jawed. These dogs were no danger to livestock (well, I was glad no chickens were free-ranging), but it is irresponsible to let dogs run loose and a danger to the dogs.
(No animals were injured during this production.)