Today, when I refer to "DH", I mean DUMB HUSBAND. His job is to put the chickens away at night, and that includes a head count and searching around the coop to make sure everyone is in bed.
I went out last night after he put them away because, well, I was in an awful mood and I wanted to hug a fluffy butt!
I went in the coop to find my little Potpie (the new BLRW that loves to cuddle and kiss) and she was NOWHERE. Not around anywhere. I started to panic. Where is she? Why is she not running up to me? What happened to her? I started searching around the yard, dreading what I was going to find.
But what I ended up finding was Potpie in a pile of old shavings, scratching around!!!
UGHHHHH.
Here is a pic of my baby.