I had a bit of a scare tonight... I'd had my older daughter check to see if all the chickens were in, and close the doors if they were. She came back in and reported that not everyone was in. I didn't worry about it, because it was still pretty light out, and the missing one was probably on her way. I went out to count heads after dusk, and there were only 4. I grabbed a flashlight, and looked all over the yard--under the shed, under and in the big cedar, and so on and so forth. I even tried to enlist the dog, not that that was any help
I was just remembering that I'd heard a bunch of excited barking earlier, that I'd identified as being in the neighbor's yard, when I spotted a closed plastic bin (the type with flaps). I'd already looked in all the logical places twice, so I figured, why not? Good thing, too, because that's where Quiche was. Turns out my younger daughter had put her in there, for which she said she was sorry. I'm just glad I found Quiche before anything else did!