The lovely old gentleman across the road came over this afternoon to tell us that one of our missing girls was in his yard, she'd been killed by a fox. At least we've been able to bury her at home. Poor Celia chicken.

Our neighbour was so nice, he's been keeping an eye out and walking around his property calling them periodically since I found Gemma in his front yard.

DD1 was so composed about it. DP went and retrieved what was left of our poor girl and she insisted that she wanted to see her before she was buried. She told DP she looked a bit like the chickens we cooked and told me afterwards that she was definitely dead. Bless her, she wanted to make sure so she wouldn't worry anymore. I'm so impressed with how stoic she was. She made a sign for her grave.

I don't know whether just to give up on the remaining chicken or have one more look around there tomorrow. And I'm kinda annoyed that they didn't come when I originally looked! Guess they made it a week in the wild at least. Silly girls.