Bad week for chicken math. Lost two more birds this week. One was a very sweet very old lady named Goldie. Can't say it wasn't expected exactly. But I guess your never really ready. She just roosted under my chair when I sat down for a lunch break. Bout an hour later I noticed she was dead. Had her head tucked under her wing. The other was one, today or last night was one of my pulletts. I should probably say, my wife's pullet. She picked her out because she was the most friendly and seemed to enjoy climbing in the wife's lap and being fondled. Totally my fault, I may never live it down. I can only hope and pray that her sister grows to be as friendly and lovable. I went out last evening to close the coop and completely forgot to close up the other coop where the youngsters are kept. Wife noticed all the babies in the yard around 5:15 this morning. She normally lets them out after 7:am so she can sit with them for 10 or 15 minutes before leaving for work. I found a few feathers then more around the garage, then an even bigger pile beside the garage near the pasture. No kill site so I am guessing the fox my neighbor saw on the far side of the pasture finally made it over to my place. Two mistakes on my part. I should have double checked both doors, and I should have shot all the foxes when he asked me to. Although I dislike killing anything that I don't eat or have other use for, I will admit that pain and fatigue are the main elements in both of my mistakes.