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I decided she had to be squeezing out somehow because you never see her fly and she's the skinniest of the bunch, but, damn, man, I've been over every inch of the perimeter and have been feeding the fuck out of her, so the only option left is that she's not a real Rhode Island Red. She's an interdimensional shapeshifter.
Lucky for me she can tell when I'm looking for her and clucks at me to put me onto her and then she follows me back to where she's supposed to be. I just hope she doesn't come up against a predator one of these times....
Although, she's locked up in the hen house during peak predator times, and it's really only the garden going to suffer because she mercilessly claws the dirt away from the plants in her path to get at the good bits.
pipe up any time....
