Angel, in the 5 years that I've been keeping chickens, I have learned two things. 1) chickens love to die for no apparent reason and 2) Chickens are insane. I've seen my young Fayoumi pullets be standing perfectly still, suddenly let out a squawk and jump straight up in the air high enough to hit the netting, take off running around the run, then boom, back to normal.
. . . I tend to agree with the suggestion that she got startled by what her crazy little chicken brain thought was a fire breathing dragon and either went up, or down into hiding until she thought the coast was clear.
Speaking of a self serve world. At our last HAM club meeting they asked for volunteers to help at the local flu shot clinic. I thought, OH BOY! I gets to give shots again! only to be told that no the club provides radio coverage for the drive through shot clinic that they hold at the local Fair Grounds. Seems as though you can just pull in, fill out a page, let them copy your insurance card, pull up, somebody jabs you with a needle through your open car window and off you go. It's the club's job to use radios to handle traffic flow and parking when needed. I just moaned leaned over and told my dear husband. You went through medical school and I went through nursing school to park cars.......I don't think so. If I can't give shots, I ain't gonna play! He felt the same way.
Glad to hear that you are feeling better
@trumpeting_angel. Ticks must die! Is more than a motto for me, it's a way of life.