I moved into my current shared house about a month and a half ago, when they told me they had three chickens I actually made a joke about leaving a trail of crumbs to a waiting oven (I am a chef after-all) and was pretty nonchalant about their existence. But then I struggled to find work as often as I would like, my days became more and more housebound and slowly but surely these feathery buggers became my constant companions. Whether it was slowly getting them used to me being around them, getting them to eat out of my hand, watching them dust themselves off in the dirt on a warm day or just simply learning what each of their vocalizations meant, I became utterly smitten with them. I was even told that the eldest one had stopped laying eggs, so, using information I got from this site, I gave her some TLC and before I knew it, she was laying down eggs again much to everyone's surprise. And that's what the 'Thank You' means from the title, this forum gave me all the answers I ever needed, I freaked out when I first saw them having a mud-bath and this site put my mind at ease, they free-range quite happily and without this site I never would have located where they were laying their bloody eggs, from feed, to bedding to the correct way of picking them up, this site and all its wonderful contributors have just been excellent. My life right now is very lonely, I am 10,000 miles from home, I am unemployed and these three little ladies have been the most joy a man could ask for during these bleak few weeks. Three days ago my friend surprised me with a new chicken, a Silkie, which in all honesty I'm not totally enamored with. Its timid ways go against the very brash and brassy attitudes of my original three, and she seems to have gone into the chicken house I built her (thank you again for those tips) and is seemingly happy to never leave, just squarking at me whenever I put a bowl of food in her domicile. I'm sure she'll grow on me though. Yesterday another friend asked if I wanted to take on her Silkie too as it was lonely after her partner suddenly vanished a few months back and I agreed. I stayed over there last night, collected the bird today and headed home, my housemate having been asked to make sure the birds were fed and let out to free-range before he went to work. I was greeted by a garden full of feathers and blood, two missing birds and one deceased one. Back home I lived in the countryside, I know a fox attack when I see one. The silkie was OK, she never left her hutch it seems, but my three little buddies are gone and I'm just heartbroken, I cried my bloody eyes out, I'm not the sort of man who ever really gets emotional but it just hit me like a punch to the gut. I feel so silly being like this about some ****** animals I really couldn't have given much of a hoot about not so long ago. A little part of me hopes that I'll open my backdoor tomorrow and find the other two. in bad shape, prancing around the garden, but I know that's wishful thinking. I just suddenly feel more alone than ever now. I miss my girls. But on the plus side, the two silkies are getting along famously, they now BOTH make a racket when I feed them and never leave their ****** coop. A**holes. Haha.