I had bought seven chickens originally, one cuckoo maran rooster, one Bielefelder hen, and five isa browns, all just a day old. this was June 9 last year; they have all been very happy. I had some scary run-ins with hawks, but never any deaths or anything like that. Sometimes, my dad would let them have free range, and I would spend the hour bringing them all back to their coop. (I learned a trick yesterday: use bread.) at the end of June this year, the Bielefelder raised eggs from the whole coop and got eight babies. when the summer started, I moved out temporarily (I'm 14, and it was just to my aunt's house) because my dad is kind of an abuser to my entire family, and I was done with him. turns out that was a terrible mistake. When I came back, there were only five new chicks out of the original 8. One died, they found the body, and two others are missing. I can't believe this. I can't believe nobody ran any headcounts while I was gone. I was the primary caretaker of the chickens, but my mom said my dad was taking care of them. now I feel awful because I let my own chickens die just because my dad hit me a little bit. I'm actually devastated. I can't believe this happened. none of my chickens ever died, I always took good care of them. now I feel like I should never have left or done something I don't know. (my dad also regularly let the chickens out; I always told him not to, but I guess when he did that, some chickens snuck out of my yard and got taken. I really can't believe this happened.