Omelette.
Where was she?
I waited and waited. Worried, like Happy Feet, she had passed away during the night.
I wasn't going in to discover her body, so I woke Phil up and sent him in.
I waited to hear "she's dead", but no, nothing.
She wasn't there. Where was she? Had a fox taken her during the night? We scanned high and low looking for a clue. A sign. Anything.
Then Phil turned around and called out "there she is" She was wandering around in the run.
Had I missed her first thing? I didn't think so, but now I wasn't sure.
At least she was alive, even if it was a mystery.
An hour later, I was outside again, and noticed we only had 3 chooks again.
Omelette.
Okay, now I was sure she was hiding somewhere.
But where?
There wasn't really that many places.
I finally heard a noise that drew me to their "bus shelter" and there she was, sittting quite happily!
Cheeky girl!
