Diary #825

Somehow, within three hours of letting the pullets out on Sunday, one of them managed to vanish. As you can see, one hasn’t left the nursery and two are huddled in the corner fretting (not an unusual behavior for the first week or so after they’re out). The turkey chick is more bold, wandering around the entire chicken yard. But there’s no sign of the fourth pullet. She’s not anywhere in the chicken yard, nor nearby outside, nor under the house, and I neither heard a ruckus nor found feathers which would indicate that something got her. My guess is that she managed to fly over the fence and ran off to hide in the underbrush, but I have no evidence for that; I reckon it’s just one of those things that happens when one keeps poultry.