update! My skipper was home this morning. Laying outside the chicken run, waiting for me to let the other ladies out. Man, I snatched her up and really loved on her. What a blessing. We lost our duccle bantam last Saturday, so I thought she was taken by the same predator. I still don't know where she was. She has never not been up in the roost at sun down.
Hens go broody when you don’t want them to… and won’t go broody when you do. 