Around 4pm we tend to round up the hens as it starts getting dusk and the foxes are about... Did the head count, and only 7 instead of 8. Bum. One of the new girls is AWOL.
Steve & Ellie start searching - the woods, the fields, the sheds, the usual hiding places - no hen.
Go out onto the road.... no hen.
Ellie eventually hears a faint "bock.... bock" coming from the front hedge - a fabulous and prickly mess of hawthorn, couch grass and brambles, and there's our hen, looking a bit confused and frightened.
She can't get out. We can't get to her because of the growth and a deep water-filled ditch on the other side, so after about 2 minutes of gentle coaxing and a bit of poking with a long stick, she's out and returned to the henhouse....
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