It's much calmer now, and I'm relieved.
I worry about the roof blowing off, but it's been fine so far. The constant noise disrupts my tranquility. And the house is from the 1920s so it's not remotely air-tight, on the contrary it was designed and built to breathe, so a windy day pushes a lot of draughts into the house and kicks up any dust. I end up worried, fretful, shivering and sneezing
It seems like two things are going on for her, and they're interconnected.
She's a little perplexed and seeking my company more than usual. She's always underfoot. In her perplexity, her attitude towards the other hens has softened a little. That's very welcome in my opinion, but she has a long way to go before the hens can trust her. I can see them looking sideways at her and wondering which way to run.
I'm also missing Joyce and her cheerfulness. She was a very nice hen once she'd settled in.