I'm just about shot. I have spent the last few wee hours searching for my sweet little Henrietta. She's a little black cochin bantam, Miss Boots' buddy. When I got home from football last night, it was dark, so I went to lock up the girls. I didn't count them like I do every single day, since it was really dark, and they are always in the house, roosting and never had a problem. Of COURSE the one night I don't check-she's not there!!! I went out early early this morning because it was thundering, and I felt like something was wrong. I'm so sure a raccoon got her, or something else horrible happened. She's so tiny and sweet, walking right over to anyone looking for treats or a pat.
Ugh. It's my fault. I should have made sure she was safe in her house last night. Now it's pouring and thundering and lightning and I can't see anything under the bush the girls usually sit under all day. What a terrible feeling I have.
Fingers crossed she's all right.

