We currently have no chickens. This feels odd, since we've had chickens for years and years and years.
Something scared away and/or killed all our chickens. The Prime Suspect is a large dog that appears in our yard occasionally. We have no idea what irresponsible jackass owns it and doesn't see fit to keep it safely at home. We've alerted our local Animal Control Officer (a wonderful woman whom we both dearly love and respect) and she's watching for it.
But that doesn't get us our chickens back. Our old Rhode Island Reds. Our not-Buff Orpingtons. Our Black Australorps. Our brand-new Barred Rocks. All gone.
We won't be able to get new chicks until spring.
And they won't start laying until they mature next fall.
We're going to have to buy eggs for the first time in umpteen years.
I'm so depressed...