One of the ornery Daughters of Henery disappeared for a few weeks in late Spring.
Well good riddance, Owl Bait, I thought to myself. Her sister had just become taco filling after murdering three of our scant crop of turkey poults, and her personality had not been notably better.
Three weeks after she dematerialized, she reappeared out of the shrubberies with thirteen gorgeous chicks in tow.
She declined to take them back to the coop, and instead raised them as she had incubated them -- as wild chickens. Wild chickens that got fed corn and soybeans twice a day along with the meat birds and flock of guineas, up by the summer goat shed.
The meaties mobbed their feed troughs pretty completely, and were each quite a bit more substantial than the little half-Hamburg biddy.
But DoH's kids always got their own trough.