OK, I'll try that. Thanks for the help!
While I was on vacation, 5 of the birds were killed by raccoons.When I got the news, I had no idea if my favorite, Lil' Chicken ( that's what I called her) had survived. When I got home, I ran straight over there. I had been crying on the drive home because I had assumed she was dead. She was one of the gentler souls in the flock, which meant she was low on the pecking order. She often slept on the outside edges of the group, and I was sure this meant she was one of the easiest targets.
But when I got over there, the first little chicken face I saw was hers. I picked her up and held her for a long time, talking to her in a baby voice. I was so relieved she was alive.
After that, I gave all of them names. There was Scratch, Cluck, Peck, Eyebrows, and Lil' Chicken.
(So yes, I am in one of the late stages of chicken crazy!)