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!!! I scooped her up, got my cuddles, and proceeded to go inside and threaten DH (DUMB husband, just in case you forgot) within an inch of his life. un Little Potpie is only two months old and isn't very freeranging savvy yet. UGHHHHH. OK I'm done. Here is a pic of my baby.