Lady and the chick

Today I had a really cool experience. I went to let out all the chickens and only counted 7 chick with the hen instead of 10. So Lady and I went in the hen house to find the rest. I was worried about one in particular as I noticed it was pretty little and seemed to lag behind yesterday. This chick was one that actually incubated out about a week after all the others had been hatched out by the hen.
We found two chicks together trying to find a way to the hen through the slats in the wood and shooed them out. But no little chick. Lady followed her nose from the nest where they had hatched, along the wall over then out the door into the next shed. I heard a bunch of banging and thought it was the goats. Soon I heard barking. I found Lady with her head in a bin turned on its side. She was lunging in and out of the bin like she had found something. You know me, I thought it might be a rodent of the gray and small scary kind, so I approached cautiously.
Low and behold, it was the small chick. A fluffy brown chick, freezing and shivering. Who wasn't trying to run away from a dog so large. Picking up the chick, Lady sniffed it, jumping up and down like she knew something special had been done.
I tried to get close enough to the hen to return the baby. But this hen and Lady have a long history. The hen chases Lady off, who tired of feisty hens gives chase. There is lots of cackling, clucking, a flying hen and a jumping dog just like in the movies. Well, 9 baby chicks scattered every where and eventually I got Lady in the house. The hen calling her chicks took them back to the corn, I guess even for hens, food smooths the ruffled feathers of that female, too. I wonder if they would like chocolate flavored candy corn?
The chick was finally able to teeter like a drunk to it mother and soon there were 20 little legs under this hen. Russet colored feathers spread wide, it just reminds me of the scriptures that talks about how a hen gathers her chicks. I never knew that hens and chicks were so poetic. Unfortunately, they dislike rain and water so when I filled the water bins, the hen ran away scattering quickly. Little brown chick left behind to chirp pathetically as its siblings ran quickly away leaving it behind. Now it is warming in the house in the bathroom on the heating pad in a basket with a towel covering the pad. I hear him screaming for his mother in his loudest cheep-cheep so he must be feeling better and its only been about fifteen minutes. Have a great day!