And now there are four…

The Black and White Hens, June 3, 2019

Night before last, there were only three girls huddled on the roost when I went down to tuck them in.  It was gloamy out but quite dark in the coop and I couldn’t make out clearly which two were missing.  I thought probably one was the Little Red Hen.  She’s the most adventurous and if anyone was still out on the town I thought for sure it would be she.

Then, yesterday morning, the white hen stood in front of the locked gate to the run.  She seemed full of attitude as in, “What is this?  You locked me out?  I couldn’t very well have left that party early, could I?”  But she was silent as to who she should have brought home with her.

As it turned out, it was one of the black hens — not the LRH, much to my relief.  I know I shouldn’t have favorites, but that red hen does seem to be the leader of the group and is always the one who approaches me first when I go outside.  I think she feels somewhat responsible for her missing friend.  She has seemed distracted — didn’t even dive into the scratch this morning.

LRH Returns After An Adventure

Instead she cluck-clucked at me and led me back into the run where she just stood looking up at me.  “I know,” I told her.  “The black hen should be here somewhere, but she isn’t.”  And, again, the two of us looked under the coop and in every nook and cranny.  To no avail.

On the one hand, I feel totally responsible since the disappearance took place on my watch.  On the other hand, I’m glad that Carol wasn’t on duty.  I’d feel even worse if she felt responsible.  Farmer Nyel tries to console me.  “It’s a chicken, Sydney,” he says.  “Stuff happens,” he says.  “We’ve  lost others, too.  It’s all a part of having chickens.”  I think his attitude is probably quite farmer-like.

All of which I understand.  But still…

 

2 Responses to “And now there are four…”

  1. What’s missing from my FB newsfeed is news of you and this blog. I decided to look you up today to make sure all is well. It is and I’m glad.

  2. Karin Marasco says:

    I totally get it Sydney! I felt bad just reading it. I’m really sorry! You didn’t do it. She probably wandered into some den of trouble and a hungry somebody couldn’t help it. So sorry. I feel it too. I’ve had it happen several times now.

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