After a day of free range my wife's special needs girl, instead of going into the coop with the rest of the flock, headed out back to the big woods and hasn't been heard of for a month now. The hen had a crooked breast and canted neck, walked with a gimp and never laid. I wanted to cull the first wk but my bleeding-heart put the time into it and made the departure hard. Wife walked the woods and swamp for days trying to find her or some sign of demise with know luck. Natures way? I think so, but I would never throw those coals on my wife's heart.