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Thank you for the kind words. I did have a nice evening out.
Unfortunately, my husband is the one who is upset. He feels badly because he didn't listen to my concerns about going home & closing the coop door. He knows I'm upset about Goldie (still MIA after 30+ hours out in the predator-infested woods) and blames himself for that, too.
IMO, it could have been much worse. I feel thankful for the 2 chickens that I found. I am even a little grateful that I didn't find Goldie... if a predator did take her away... that's better than finding a dead chicken in a bloody, feathered-filled coop.
It was also a real eye-opener learning experience for my husband. I think he is finally starting to see that I hold myself personally responsible for the lives of my chickens and that those lives are NOT to be taken lightly.
I am sick today. I just got home from work at 7:30am. I work the next 3 nights. I guess I'm sick from standing out in the pouring rain calling for a chicken for 2 hours.
But now my husband understands. He even came in and played with the 2 week old chicks last night. I am thankful for that. I hope he continues to be interested in the little lives and all the different personalities. He used to think of chickens as livestock - never remembered their names, etc.
Now he knows they are my pets, my ladies.
I think he will enjoy the chickens a little more now... appreciate them and appreciate my interest in raising chickens.
He wants to build me a bigger coop with a predator proof run.
I may be missing a chicken from this ordeal, but I've found a protective chicken-lover in my husband - I can live with that.