Soooo...there's a story here to be told, clearly hop. Is it a nice chicken? Do you have any idea where it's come from? Is it a fancy chicken? And what are you going to call it?
There will probably be something akin to the grieving process to go through Oi; shock and tears at first, but owing to the shock of the new situation, it's not too bad. It'll probably feel pretty crap after a couple of months, and then slowly improve as you all get used to 'the new normal'. You sound like you're doing fine, and as you've noticed, as long as you and your OH continue to love BOi (a given! 
) and be fine with each other, it won't be a problem for him.
We had an amazing thunderstorm Friday figster. I was out with work for drinks, and we were sitting out at a pub, fairly high up in town, and the view was framed by tall buildings either side. The clouds rolled in like at the end of Terminator, the hot winds blew in massive blobs of rain, and the clouds were bursting with electricity and sending down massive bits of forked lightening. It's only about ten miles up the road someone's house got blown up 
Had a great night out too, only two of us left at the end- a new bloke, though we sit near each other and get on well- and we ended up at a pub, poncing fags off people and dancing to the fairly decent pub band outside, me barefoot! DP though the dye had run on my shoes when I'd got home, but it was just black feet from dancing outside the pub after a downpour and then walking home barefoot too 
!! I'd not actually drunk too much, so no hangover the next day either...bloody aching calf muscles since though!
But still so, so humid, everyone in the Office is starting to droop as no-one's getting enough sleep. And there's no end in sight....