The chicken that visited me last night was named moustache. A little boy as well as moustaches sibling had been missing him for two days. They were reunited late last night with much happiness. That little thing survived two nights alone on streets crawling with cats and other more wild predators. I am always happy to help someone find their way home but I now know from a mother's perspective what it is to see my son's heart break when he had to say goodbye to his new friend. We are now looking into getting some hens of our own.