is anybody missing a chicken?

Paraphrased from something I said to people back in college, "I don't need drugs. Just being me makes my life bizarre enough already."

The weather was nice today, so I spent some time this afternoon pulling the worst of the "weeds". They're actually native wildflowers, but they're almost as tall as I am, and they're obstructing areas that should be clear. Anyway, there I was bent over, pulling up stuff by the roots, when I see this creature staring at me with curiosity.  It was standing there almost within arm's reach, just watching me.

There's a lady at the end of the block with a chicken coop, so I assume it escaped from there. I walked down the street to ring the front door bell, but nobody answered. I checked by the chicken coop, but I didn't see any obvious exit. Other chickens were still inside.

I walked back home and left this feathered one to roam my back yard freely.  I put a bowl of water outside for it.  Of course, it found my back yard.  It's the one with all the good bugs in it.  Walking the block this afternoon made it obvious.  You can hear them.  That sound is at my house but not elsewhere, although cicadas are singing everywhere these days.  It's everything I hoped my back-to-nature yard would become.  THIS is why I like my neighborhood, in spite of the awful gunfire and violence everywhere.

I'll check with her again tomorrow. Meanwhile, I might as well ask around. Is anybody missing their chicken?