polka_dottie
Chirping
- May 23, 2020
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Back Story: I adopted two year old hens back in March. Waffles is everything a backyard hen should be, docile, loves a snack, happily runs towards small humans... Syrup, however, seems to think all humans have offended her poultry lineage and we most atone in blood. We also have two 20 week Buff Orps (one pullet, one VERY large rooster who also fears Syrup).
Living on one of the Great Lakes , I'm aware my neighbors enjoy blasting off fireworks. I usually get the ladies all tucked in well I'm advance of the "festivities" but tonight they started earlier than normal. I scoot out about 8 pm and all the rest of the hens and my robust roo were perched for the night. Syrup is MIA. I left the door to the shed open for her just in case. So about 11:30 I'm hitting the intermission on Hamilton when I look at my husband and say "Dammet Syrup!" And run outside with the Mag light. I hear scurrying in the maple tree adjacent to the coop/shed. Other chickens still tucked in, nothing in the shed, no feathers anywhere that I could see on my walk of the edge of my 1.5 acres and attempt to look in the woods/creek in the dark while whispering "here chick chick, Dammet Syrup!" Hubby is cackling on the deck saying the neighbors are going to call the cops and I'll be out here in sweats looking for my damn hen.
Odds she shows up in the AM? That noise in the maple was her being dragged up by a racoon? She's absconded to the neighbors flock? She's broody?
Living on one of the Great Lakes , I'm aware my neighbors enjoy blasting off fireworks. I usually get the ladies all tucked in well I'm advance of the "festivities" but tonight they started earlier than normal. I scoot out about 8 pm and all the rest of the hens and my robust roo were perched for the night. Syrup is MIA. I left the door to the shed open for her just in case. So about 11:30 I'm hitting the intermission on Hamilton when I look at my husband and say "Dammet Syrup!" And run outside with the Mag light. I hear scurrying in the maple tree adjacent to the coop/shed. Other chickens still tucked in, nothing in the shed, no feathers anywhere that I could see on my walk of the edge of my 1.5 acres and attempt to look in the woods/creek in the dark while whispering "here chick chick, Dammet Syrup!" Hubby is cackling on the deck saying the neighbors are going to call the cops and I'll be out here in sweats looking for my damn hen.
Odds she shows up in the AM? That noise in the maple was her being dragged up by a racoon? She's absconded to the neighbors flock? She's broody?
