This morning I woke up and quickly looked out to see if Hannah Hen had returned. But no, still no sign of her. So I went outside and let Hilda and Helen out of their coop and this time they ventured out very bravely indeed. They held their heads up high and trotted down to the edge of the garden and started scratching furiously and pecking away at the bugs and grass.
Once they were happily pottering and pecking, I left them and went inside to have my breakfast along with lots of habitual glances out the window to see if Hannah Hen was outside looking in waiting for treats. But still no. The night she went missing, our neighbour / farmer / friend had been shooting rabbits on his farm across the road and about 11pm I heard him stop just across the road from us and fire three shots. I think that must have been too much for Hannah Hen and she may have got scared and ran away.
And then just as I was trying to get on bravely with my morning, I glanced around and there was Hannah Hen looking in at me as if nothing had happened. She had no idea what angst she had caused me. But all is forgiven.
With a smile that wouldn’t leave my face, I dropped what I was doing and went out to entice her around the corner to be introduced to Hilda and Helen.
I needn’t have been worried about Hannah Hen getting pecked on. She is definitely the boss.