We found Toots, she seems unharmed with most, if not all of her feathers. Looks like it was pretty wild up there. I can’t believe the fox didn’t get any of them. There are feathers all over the place, and it seems as if Meg gave him quite a run for his money – Simon bought her time to run but he was just about on her, says the neighbor, when he was interrupted by her husky barking. How very fortunate for us to have all three of them alive. I didn’t really expect that.

We have Fran in a crate and have applied ointments to her very deep wounds and given her meal and water. Just don’t know if she’ll make it. If I had to guess, I would say yes. I admit to being very grateful to having chickens to photograph. And yes, I have become quite attached to Meg. She’s already squawking to get out of the barn and go foraging. Not for awhile.