I miss my house chickens.
We started out with Peggy because she was dumb enough to run under a falling chunk of plywood and broke her leg. She watched tv with us, ate dinner with us(wandered around the house and sat on the dinner table's support beams), and she cuddled, especially when we were sick. But we decided she deserved the chance to have bird friends again and so she started going back out during the day and using the house as her coop. Eventually, she transitioned back into the coop. But she was the slowest of all the hens, and was the first one to fall victim to the weasel this past spring.
Then there was (F)Ella... originally I was positive that it was a hen... and then he started crowing and slowly became a very obvious roo. He was born with a rotated tibia and apparently more birth defects since he passed away at 9 months old, at about the time Peggy also died.
Really, I just miss having someone cuddly to say goodnight to every night before I climb into bed. Ella stayed in my room at night, since it was the easiest way to keep an eye on him, keep the cats and dogs away from him, and to keep him from waking the whole house up every morning(I would toss cheerios into his kennel(/coop) and it would make him chuckle a little "thank you" of sorts then shut up for about an hour...).