I am a horrible horrible chicken mother!!! I have a plethora of chickens but only let my two spotted sussex roam all over the backyard. I mostly let them out in the evenings. Well stupid me forgets that they are out and lets the dogs out back. I realize this after about 5 minutes maybe. I instantly panicked and start screaming at the dogs to get in the house. Throw on my gloves and go outside prepared for the worst. These are my favorite chickens and my most loving one. Found the one in front of the shed and she was fine. Couldn't find the other one. Found a whole bunch of feathers but no chicken. I spent an hour combing the whole acre and out in the fields beyond us looking for her. Double checked my dog's stomach as she had just ate and if she ate a whole chicken then figured her belly should be huge. Nope it wasn't. Keep looking and after three times of walking in our one unfinished coop I finally find her behind a couple of trash bags full of leaves. You cannot imagine how relieved I was. Checked her over a billion times and can only find one little spot on her butt where she got knicked. Poor chicken probably thought I was molesting her. I am just so thankful that she is okay but really ticked at myself for subjecting her to that. Uggggghhhh!!!!
