Okay, I'm just going to state this from the start. It's ridiculous to romanticize chickens. Who likes chickens enough to be genuinely sad that you'll be moving away from them? They are mostly brainless, salmonella-infected, feathery yard birds. Even with all of that being said, I'm getting really sad realizing that very soon we'll be moving away from them. We named each of these little chickies, that grew up into egg laying hens. My daughter consistently picked the rooster, that we eventually had to get rid of, but even that was rather charming (sorry Olivia and Peppa).
I guess naming chickens after cartoon pigs is an bad omen.
There is an approximately 5% chance we'll be able to keep our chickens, but I'll keep up some hope. If not, they might be staying with nanny or grandma, so we'll get to see them again. But our omelet game just won't be the same.