Knock has been out and about with her two remaining chicks today.
There was no slow start introduction to the wide world. One chick fell out of the coop on it's own and she went back for the other and basically kicked it out.

Usually, hens that hatch chicks next to the vegetable garden spend a few minutes taking a bath and lead their chicks to cover making brief forays on scratching lesson trips and food hunting. Not Knock. She had marched them to the compost heap in the first half hour and then most of the way to the donkey stables. I'm talking 50 yard walks with three day old chicks.

Knock has also undergone a bit of a personality change. She's gone from a fairly independently minded but friendly hen into a raving psychopath.
At dusk, most hens make their way back to the coop well before the rest of the tribes. Knock it seems was thinking about spending the night out and had the chicks underneath her wedged in the gap between the top and bottom layer of a pallet stood on end.
After a few fairly savage pecks; one has only just stopped bleeding, I finally managed to persuade her that the coop was a better bet having ushered her and the chicks to the bottom of the ramp.
It's no wonder poor Notch who shares the coop with her approaches roost time very carefully.
The whole family has been barking mad, Cheepy (great grandmother) Dink (grandmother) Donk (mother) are/were complete nutters.
I'm expecting to find Knock and her chicks up a tree any day soon.