The missing hen came out from under the building that evening, hot and thirsty, hanging around the coop, trying to get back in. It was Rose, a hen that was injured as a baby chick, our oldest grand daughter held her all weekend, and she survived. So I got the fish net, captured Rose and looked her over for injuries. She was ok! I opened up the door to her coop, only to be met by Alfred the rooster. He attacked her in my hands. I was stunned. Alfred is a laid back boy, never gives me any trouble. But Alfred was not having Rose back. So now Rose is in a little coop by herself. Stupid rooster.
Beaux is on the cable this morning. He sure would love to run and play, but I am not out there with him, so this is how it is going to be. I am down to one "yard" chicken.