Why did the chicken.....

Here is a tale of a chicken who may or may not be called Lucky. 'Tis a true story but only she knows the full story and she is not telling.....A week or two ago a couple of ducks went missing, they roam around and dilly dally on the way home and it is the way of things that occasionally the fox gets a lovely treat. Then we found a hen had gone and did not have to search far to find the feathers scattered by the fence and a bent square in the wire where a determined fox fancying a change of diet had pulled her through. Garret did what Garret does in this situation and over the next two nights had two sightings, two shots but no definite hits....no more visits though. Yesterday he saw a wee hen wandering free and wondered how he had missed her at shutting in time...then counted the rest of the girls out and hey! one extra. The missing hen after two weeks had returned, very bald, thin and traumatised (sat under the rhododendron shivering yesterday) but home and glad of it. She made it to the shut in last night but did fall into the water bath this morning and had to be rescued so maybe not that so lucky after all....