I have been alone a bit in my life, and I know isolation when I see it. I don’t know what does on in the mind of a chicken, but this evening, going into the barn, I saw Fran looking up at the roost where Fran and Toots would go every afternoon and evening. Fran can’t move her wings yet – the fox chew up her right wing – but she kept hopping up, not getting far. All day, she kept coming into the barn and looking up at the roost, and it did touch my heart. Getting more hens Saturday.