Relief
That is the only thing I can say - a huge relief.
I just couldn’t find Wee Marty anywhere, I searched high and low, all over the whole property as I was worried she had escaped when BIL dropped by to unload some cement curb stones.
Behind hay, inside bales, behind boards and buckets and the other various pieces of construction junk here. No Marty
After an hour I had to get some food and pain meds, my back and hips were screaming agony at this point from unloading the cement stones, and moving rocks and then crouching down trying to find Marty.
So my mum took over the hunt while I grabbed a bite and took some meds, I was tops 7 minutes, and in that time mum had her found - I could just bawl with relief. Apparently Marty went and hid in the very top nest box were no one has ever gone as far as I have known.
I didn’t even bother checking there because I have never seen anyone in there, but mum said that she has seen one of the grey ladies in there, so she looked there. And she got pecked for her efforts by Marty.
Well, anyways I was eggstatic that she was found, I thanked mum and we both put the rest of the chooks to bed. A bit earlier than usual but I need to let the meds do their thing for a couple hrs.
I swear these chickens are gonna be the death of me! They are just as stressful as the horses, and just as much work! Who knew chickens could be so much trouble!