We had five chickens in an Eglu cube. I love them, my DH is also fond of them, but isn't as attached to them as I am. We are moving house soon to a much smaller garden and he suggested rehoming the chickens before we move. I told him he would be rehomed first (pregnancy hormones, I got away with it) and he agreed the chickens could stay.
Every Monday evening I work late, getting home around 9pm, so he does a lot of the 'evening stuff' that I usually do, including cooking, putting DD (aged 2) to bed and giving her a bath and also making sure the chickens are shut in their house and that the run is secure.
I am pregnant and have had bad MS and he is about to be made redundant and we are moving house so he has a lot more on his mind than usual and has been doing a lot more at home (we both work full time).
Often on a Monday evening, I have asked 'are the chickens shut away' and it's always been yes. For some reason last night, I forgot to ask him.
Came home, ate, slept.
At 4am I could hear a chicken sounding distressed. I woke DH, asked if the chickens had been shut away and he told me he had and the noise was the central heating making a noise as the pipes heated up. I looked out of the window, saw a fox and went outside. DH followed. The fox ran away. It had one chicken in its mouth which it dropped and one chicken was dead on the lawn. The run and coop were both wide open.
I put back the chicken that the fox had but miraculously hadn't hurt and we assumed we had lost the other three. DH was very remorseful, apologetic, felt very guilty, said sorry and looked very sad. Neither of us went back to sleep. This morning I went to look for the other dead chickens and found them alive and hiding in the garden. They are all safely in the Eglu now and don't appear physically hurt.
I feel very sad that a chicken died because of a careless error and very cross with DH. I am also cross with myself and feel guilty for not checking myself or asking him when I got in. I'm posting on here because I just wanted to tell someone who will understand I am sad about the poor chicken and not just think I am a hormonal, pregnant ditz.