I've taken a chance with Fudge and she's gone off with her tribe. I've never met a chicken that liked being separated from their tribe. The only time they stay in the house voluntarily is when they are just too sick or too sore to cope with the possibility of a rooster mating them. Fudge has done it twice in the past half hour. While resting she got right into the middle of the tribe under the bush and just kept her head down. Fat Bird gave her a few pecks, as did Ruffles which is par for the course when a junior hen has been away from the tribe overnight. Once that bit is over it seems they're accepted as if nothing has happened. Fudge is in the tribe coop laying an egg as I type this.
Confining her to the house just causes her stress. Yesterday she stayed of her own accord; this morning after a while she wanted out. As mentioned above it didn't go well and she came back to the house with a bit of herding. Being in and with a tribe seems to be the most important thing for a chicken.
I'll pick her up later and give her another clean and some eye drops and worry.

Confining her to the house just causes her stress. Yesterday she stayed of her own accord; this morning after a while she wanted out. As mentioned above it didn't go well and she came back to the house with a bit of herding. Being in and with a tribe seems to be the most important thing for a chicken.
I'll pick her up later and give her another clean and some eye drops and worry.

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Much tears here. The Princess is devastated, and all I can do is
. This was 'her' dog.
Perhaps she was having mini strokes and then just had a major embolism. Whatever for the first time in nearly 55 years we no longer have a dog in the house.

She didn't respond well to discipline. We used the crate in a fashion that is generally not productive - when she misbehaved she got 'time out'. Turns out her mother had the same personality. She learned obedience quickly but did things when SHE wanted to - so much for competition.
She ran away three times. Once before we installed invisible fence and twice after. All three times she came home around two in the morning. Life with her was a lot like living with a teen aged daughter. She always pushed the rules and limits. She and the Princess never quite resolved who was dominant. She begrudgingly accepted the fact that I might be boss. She was both a trial and a joy. She had a good life here and will be missed by all who knew her.
cutting those is next lol we also have barbecue sauce and mustards and honey mustard and stuff and plenty of salad dressings. And relish and onions.