Missing Chicken

I am weird about my animals. Anyone who knows me, knows this. I want them taken care of and I want to make sure they are okay. When I see any little thing off, I want it fixed. Well, I count the chickens in the morning, the ones who stay in the coop at night. I noticed I was missing one. I told my husband about it, and he just said she was probably roosting somewhere else on the property. For days I kept my eyes out for her and searched in various areas to try to find her. I did not see her. I knew she was missing though and she had to be somewhere. I also know my chickens well enough; I knew which chicken was missing. As I was out feeding the goats a few days after she went missing, I turned over a feed trough I had not been able to reach and out that chicken ran. Poor girl, she was so scared. She looked miserable, too. Her comb was laying over and turning colors. She was skinny and dehydrated. She went right for the water. I went over and picked her up and carried her to the coop and put extra food out for her and made sure she had plenty of water. She looked awful. I was worried later that she may not make it because she kept falling over and having difficulty with getting up, but the next morning, she was up and ready to go with the other ones. Ollie was the one missing. She is my problem hen. She liked to roost up in the tree on her own but now stays with the others. She is also the one who kept getting stuck behind the chicken coop. She is my problem hen, but I sure do love her and I’m glad she is doing okay.