Tuesday evening, one of my pullets somehow got into the vacant lot on the other side of the six foot chain link fence. She's the third to do so in about 3 months. A friend helped me catch the first, I caught the second by myself because she was one of my favorite "friendliest" gals, but this one was broody raised and is pretty skittish. Couldn't capture her Tuesday evening. Not even with shredded mozzarella. But I set up some storm-broken branches on the wrong side of the fence (where the pullet is "stuck") as a sort of "climb this, get over fence" incentive. She WANTS to come home and has been pacing the fence line. Went out after dark with a flashlight, hoping to find where she is roosting to bring her home. She's WHITE fer goodness' sake! Couldn't find her. Couldn't capture her Wednesday evening and night, either. Today, I am home sick and have been watching her pace that fence, back and forth, wanting to get back here. It's been storming stronger than HECK and I've been worried about her. But the flock is still out there, visible to her, foraging in the wind and rain. I put on my boots and slogged through the vacant POND on the other side of the fence where that vacant field used to be. There is a four foot wide, ten foot long, four inch deep low spot full of water right at the fence on MY side of it; the ducks have been gleefully splashing in it whilst I attempted to catch that pullet on the other side. A couple of times, two or three of the chickens from my flock would come over and wade into that low pool right up to the fence to see what I was doing with "their" oatmeal box and a bed sheet on the wrong side of the fence. Trying to catch that pullet. Unsuccessfully.