We put Fran up to the window to check her wounds. She looks like Hell, which is a vast improvement over yesterday. She did walk around a bit and is moving her head some. She is more alert, and is drinking water, though not eating much. This is normal for this point in a recovery from an attack like that. She could be like this for days, even weeks. Maria and I both think she is gathering herself to heal. Her internal organs are all intact, and she didn’t seem to lose much blood.

Putting more Corona Cream on her. She is back in her dog crate, where she will spend much of the Spring. Feeling optimistic about her. Imagining her out walking around with the other two. Meg seems not to have noticed that she was attacked or nearly killed. Chickens do not dwell on the past. They define the very idea of living in the moment.