Chicken Trauma
My poor gorgeous Chirpy chicken is no longer! 
Because of all his crowing, I thought I had best find a new home for him, especially as we were going to be away last weekend. So having phoned around some of my friends in the area that I knew had chickens of their own, I found somewhere for him to go on Friday. The plan was that he stay there over the weekend to see how he got on with the other chickens and then if all was ok, he could stay there else we would have him back and try and find somewhere else for him.
So I dropped him off on Friday afternoon, thinking he would be fine, but unfortunately we arrived back on Sunday to some bad news. Apparently, he’d got on fine with the other chickens but he hadn’t gone in when it got dark like they’re supposed to and the people couldn’t find him. They did however, find his feathers the next day in a nearby field. Poor Chirpy must have wondered off and maybe couldn’t find his way back and a fox got him. Nasty fox! I’m really sad about my chicken because I brought him up from when he was a day old. He was a real character, cheeky and funny. But as one of my other friends said when I told her, he was a town chicken, not a country chicken! 
I suppose that’s nature for you - survival of the fittest.