The missing hen

It was Wednesday, Dec 9th and we were expected to have a cold and rainy night. I had gone to an after school event for the girls and by the time we got home the sun was already going down. After getting the girls settled inside and changing into my farm coat and boots, I went to go check on the animals and secure them for the night. I started with the furthest hen house and worked my way closer to the house. When I got to the last hen house, I noticed I was short one hen. I didn't remember seeing the Barred Rock hen in any of the other houses. Just to be sure, I checked and rechecked each of the four hen houses. No sign of her. I went on to secure the turkeys in the turkey house and fed the goats and horses. No sign of this hen anywhere. I went inside to get my heavy duty flashlight and let the girls know I would be back in soon. I searched now through the dark in the light rain. Under the front porch, on the front porch, in the garage, in all the hen houses, again, in the barn, in the girls playhouse, in the garden, to the edge of the woods... no hen. I was starting to believe something must have gotten her. No sign of a struggle, no feathers about, but it could have been a bird of prey. I searched everywhere again. No sign of her. I reluctantly gave up the search and went in for the night. Some of my birds get out of their yards and wander around, but they always go back to their houses for the night. I assumed this hen was gone for good. It rained hard all night. It was a cold freezing rain. Other than Penny, my stubborn Bronze turkey hen who decided to spend the night perched on the fence instead of going inside the newly built turkey house with the other turkeys, all the animals had shelter. The next morning before getting out of bed, I looked out the window to see if there was any sign of the hen. None. I did see Penny still on the fence. Silly bird, I thought. I went downstairs and poured my coffee. I looked out at Penny to see that she had jumped down off the fence. Then I went to the other kitchen window and looked out towards the hen houses. The hen! She was out there wandering back and forth just outside the chicken yards. I put on my rain boots and farm coat and headed out there to get her. Other than being wet and cold, she seemed to be fine. I talked to her and brought her back to her house. I opened the door just enough to put her inside then closed it again. Too early and nasty for them to come out yet. I looked around trying to find some sign of where she had roosted that night. No sign. I guess I'll never know where she had been, or why she had not gone back in with the others. I'm just glad she's back safely. Later than morning after getting the girls on the bus, I headed back out to feed the animals. I heard some crows fussing. As I came around the corner of the house and looked up into the walnut trees in the chicken yards, I saw two crows sitting on either side of a large bird. At first sight, I thought it was a buzzard. We have many around this area. I soon saw the white head and realized it was a bald eagle. I wanted to run in and get my camera, but just stood there in amazement watching. After a couple of minutes tops, it flew off over the creek area followed by the two crows. That was an amazing sight. Good thing my chickens were still in, but I was very grateful for the opportunity to see such an amazing bird.

This morning after feeding and watering the animals, I decided to let Penny (my Bronze Turkey hen) in the pasture with the goats. She has a nice sized yard now, but she always seems to want out. She likes being around people. I walked around the perimeter of the fence trying to find out where Martha and Spotty (Pygmy and Mini-Nubian) occasionally get out. Yesterday they got out once, then Martha got out 2 more times. I finally confined them to the pen which is a 6 ft tall chain link enclosure. I found the spot I believe they had used and blocked it with a large walnut branch. I walked further down the fence line and stopped at the back to look down the hillside. I saw movement and to my wonderful surprise, I saw two wild turkey hens at the bottom of the hill. I couldn't believe it. I turned around and looked at Penny and tried to get her to talk to them (my turkey language needs practice). They disappeared in the brush just as Jessie (my shep/collie mix) made his noisy approach outside the fence. I wish I'd had my camera, but the picture of them is still in my mind. I hope they stay on my property and away from the turkey hunters. I think it's still turkey season and I know my neighbor beside me and on the backside of my property would love to hunt them. I don't know if both hens and toms are hunted or just toms. I did not see a tom, but would have loved to. The only hunting I do is with my eyes and camera. We only have just over 5 acres here so any wildlife I see is wonderful. I even love to see the foxes as long as they stay away from my animals.