Last night when Rick and I were doing chores, I didn't see Lucy2. I asked Rick if he had seen her; he hadn't. Earlier in the day I thought I heard a panicked squawk out my office window, so that made me wonder if something had happened to her. But when Rick started walking up the drive, he heard something in the wooded lot, then spotted Lucy roosting in a hazelnut bush. When she flushed, I decided to nab her and put her in the henhouse as some of you suggested. We listened for a bit and everything stayed quiet.
This morning I was eager to open the henhouse door so the girls had more room to establish the new pecking order. Standing at the doorway, right where I put her in, was a Red sex-link - holding one foot up. My first thought was, "Oh no! I shut her foot in the door!" But I knew I hadn't. Finally, the poor girl made it out on one leg into the chicken yard, when I realized it wasn't Lucy, but Lucille! I scattered some cracked corn all over the yard to keep everyone busy (with extra near Lucille so she wouldn't have to move) and went to the house to get my vet. Mind you, my vet doesn't do chickens, but he was able to confirm my suspicions and put a pretty pink cast her on her broken toe (just kidding!).
As for Lucy (as ID'd by her green leg band), she's holding her own just fine; in fact, I haven't heard any extra squawking from the chicken pen today. I didn't clip her wing just in case the intro went badly, and she hasn't "flown the coop." She seems to be enjoying the good eats (layer crumbles and cantaloupe remains along with the cracked corn). If she had been the injured bird, I would have suspected everyone ganged up on her this morning; since it's Lucille, I'm mystified!
While the vet was out on a farm call, I had him look at Jackson. This morning during chores he started acting like something got in his left ear. I looked, of course, but could see nothing. Rick's otoscope wasn't fully charged so he couldn't get a good look, either; we'll try again tonight.
That's all the drama for now at . . .