Each night you tell your husband, "I'm going to go put the girls to bed." And you go to the backyard, count how many are on the roost, tell them goodnight, and quietly shut & lock all doors to the coop.
You check for eggs 2-3 times a day just in case there is one more
You try to "talk" to your flock by making chicken noises and "honking" (we have one that sounds more like a duck than a chicken)
You have named them all
You and your husband sit on the back deck watching the chickens and discussing who is dust bathing, walking around, eating, laying...at that particular moment.
You tell them you're proud of them for laying so good
Your husband calls home to ask how "the girls" are doing
You have to give your dog extra attention because he feels like he's been replaced and he mopes! (which, he hasn't been replaced. He will always be our first born.)