I can't find Blanche anywhere. We've been driving the neighborhood. We went across the field to what we thought had to for sure be Blanche, but it was just a seagull. I keep looking out the window to see if she's walking back and forth along the run, which is what they usually do. But no Blanche. She's trouble, but I don't want anything bad to happen to her.
There are a lot of terms we use everyday that originate with chickens.
Pecking order.
Cooped up.
Flew the coop.
I think Blanche flew the coop.
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