Went out to tuck my guys and girls in for the night and notice that my most favorite hen is missing . Thought maybe I counted wrong , nope ,no Goldy. In the house I go to get everyone outside at 9pm at night so we can scour the yard for my lost little buddy. My husband, 3 girls and their little friend (all of whom are under the age of 10) all go back out looking high and low. Not in the garage. Not in the car. Not in the dump truck.Not under the deck. Not down on the bridge. I'm starting to panic due to the fact that I have lost 17 birds to a fox this year. I walk back toward the house and see a large white planter that is tipped over and thought "dang kids tipped it over and left it for me to walk into tomorrow when I open the garage door. I lift it up and there is my chicken,sitting right under the planter. She must have been sitting practically inside of it laying her egg and the kids tipped it over on her not knowing she was there. Poor baby,scared me to death. As I'm walking her to the coop,talking to her the whole way"Oh my poor baby " blah,blah,blah...My husband has the nerve to say"You pay more attention to that chicken than you do to me!" and " I thought you were going to cry". Mind you we got these and other chickens for food and for the eggs .When the heck did I get so attached !!!!