My fucking chicken is gone.
Scarlett has disappeared without a trace, she was outside in the superyard baby pen an hour ago. I put them out there every day, open the house windows and go out there when I hear a commotion. I didn't hear anything at all, just decided to go out there and check on them and she is not there. I didn't hear anything, don't see any feathers, dogs were in, cats were in, she's just gone.
I'm so sad, frustrated and mad at myself. I'm having a real "can't do anything right" kind of week. Or maybe life.
Damn, how hard should it be to keep 3 chickens as pets? I should do the others a favor and put them on Craigslist.
And for the record, I fucking HATE living in the woods. We built out here because Mr. Ashley promised me a huge, well landscaped yard with paths and squirrel feeders. Ha ha freaking ha. Nary a path or squirrel feeder in sight, 6 years later. Nary a chicken coop either. Damn it.