I love that story, crtrlovr. She was probably braver than I was, though... she knew what she was chasing! I just sort of blindly charged.
I laughed as I read that story, though, because I glanced at birdy_num_nums' cool avatar, and (small as it is) it looked a bit like a woman in a nightgown, and I could imagine she was the one chasing down her poodle in the jaws of a coyote.
Evelyn still seems fine. I hate keeping her separated in the hospital coop, but it's the best way to administer the course of antibiotics. A week seems like a long time to spend in solitary. I brought a little friend for her to keep her company, today, seeing as how she doesn't seem to be in danger of imminent collapse and I don't see anything that I think would start any pecking.
I had a hen once that had escaped some predator (on her own that time!). I looked her over and didn't find any marks, so I kissed her and returned her to the flock. She died two weeks later or so of what I think may have been an infection from some unseen scrape or puncture wound. It could have been unconnected. Heart trouble--something like that--but that seems unlikely. I've always felt terrible that I must have missed something, so I'm prepared to be overcautious now with the administration of antibiotics and confinement to the hospital coop. However, I'd love the ending to my story to be similar to the poodle's: that she lives happily for years afterward.
I will say that all weekend I've been running outside to check to make sure everything is okay everytime I hear something as innocent as the I-laid-an-egg announcement. The guy from the DNR, unsurprisingly, has not returned my call, yet. We've had terrible problems in the past trying to get them to return calls. I think we must live in an "outlying" area he doesn't want to bother with.