Before we left for tonight’s Timbers game I went to pay the chickens a visit as I was hearing them sounding off a bit. Counting them I came up with one short. I told Paul the Plymouth Rock was missing and went to get proper shoes and Jenn to start a hunt, but heard her on the deck as I was going in the door. She was hiding under the BBQ. As Jenn came out I pointed her to look through the window as the bird started to walk toward me. Jenn kept looking under the BBQ and asked as I continued gesturing to the bird she asked if I was going on about the bird or the egg. I didn’t believe her but had to look and sure enough there was a slightly pecked egg there under the BBQ!
I’m guessing she got weirded out by whatever was going on in her body and flew the coop, when towards the deck as she’s the most social and acts like she wants to be up with us all the time, and then found a safer place. Judging by how much she ate and drank after we put her back and the egg temperature, this probably was a few hours ago.
