My sister's dog ('Doggers') really enjoys shirt-fronting the chookyard fence and barking at the chooks. In turn, they fluff up their feathers and try to peck his nose if he gets too close. This is all well and good, as long as there is a fence between them (my sister recently reinforced the fence - not to protect the chooks, but so her poor little dog didn't get pecked).
Today, one of the chooks was on the wrong side of the fence. Doggers saw this as 'open season', and promptly chased after it - they ran into the bushes, and over my own yelling I could hear the skwawking chicken and thought it was all over for the poor thing.
But it managed to fly back over the fence and Doggers emerged from the bushes ... disappointed, a little bit sorry ... and with a large chook poo splattered across his back. Dog karma.