I half expected to find a dead hen on the mezzanine this morning.
More than half.
The Mezzanine was empty. When I got into the Run, I did a quick headcount, and all were there. I looked carefully at each of the three flat combed girls. They all looked fine and perky.
I think it was Phyllis (the older of the three, and Mum or Aunt to the two youngsters) that was out on the ledge last night. It was quite hard to tell in the dark.
