Last night we ended up being home much later that I anticipated, around 10pm. It wasn't even a good evening but we were delayed and I was in a panic about the chickens. I knew the younger ones were safe in a secure pen but the older girls need to be shut in before it gets dark. FORTUNATELY nothing horrible had happened.
The trouble is: I spent most of the night dreaming that something had happened. In one dream someone was supposed to look after them and had lost one. In another, the coop had been chewed by some predator. All in all I had a very disturbed night.
Surely that's not normal!