Two weeks ago our beloved hen Jangle disappeared. Jingle and Jangle had previously suffered neurological damage, and couldn’t walk at all when we got them. Neither could even stand up. After constant physiotherapy with Ronni, they both relearned how to walk. But their mobility was limited, and they couldn’t go far. Two weeks ago they were let out to enjoy the front yard, and Jangle disappeared. Completely. We searched everywhere for her, with lots of volunteers helping with the search. We scoured the bush, checking under forest debris in case she was caught somewhere. After a full week, we sadly accepted that she was dead, probably by a stoat or hawk. We were particularly devastated that she’d been through so much and come so far, only to be killed. Two nights ago, I was driving home in the pitch black, and saw an orange mound in my headlights. It was on the side of our long drive, a looong way from the house. It was Jangle!! I could hardly believe it. She was alive, but very thin, weak and bedraggled. She’d been out for 10 days & nights, in horrible weather and extremely cold nights. We put her on a heating pad, tube fed her, and babied her like crazy. I don’t think Ronni has been far from her side in the past 2 days, and Jangle is spending lots of time on Ronni’s lap. Where she’s been, and how on earth she found her way to the driveway, with limited mobility and poor eyesight, we’ll never know. But we’re ridiculously happy to have her back!! I’m not ashamed to admit that I prayed for her protection and return, and feel our prayers were answered. Needless to say, Jingle and Jangle will not have free range again, but will have a large contained area to enjoy the rest of their lives.