I didn't expect this at all! I took these pictures of Genevieve "helping" me turn the compost a few days ago, with no inkling at all of any encroaching avian malcontent.
I got home from a day in Binghamton yesterday, and she was gone. Genevieve, honey, we could have negotiated. Better feed, better lodging? A once-weekly chicken spa with earthworm scampi for lunch?
She has done this before. She is an escape artist. I'm optimistic, but also starting to worry-- we left her coop open with the light on, and she didn't come home last night. She could easily have roosted up in one of our neighbor's pine trees, or...
I've looked all around, I've told the neighbors. She will come home, in time, or she won't. Sniffle. Oh, the unpredictabilities of livestock.