We also have a rescue chicken. She is a hen that came out of a squalid, nasty house in Buffalo where some deadbeats ran a chicken-fighting and breeding operation. My husband walked in (he was renovating houses at the time and went there after the deadbeats skipped town for not paying their rent.) And he opened the bathroom door.. literally about 100 terrified bantams flew out. And out.. the windows were all open because someone had deliberatey left the gas on the stove turned up and candles burning.. to try to set the house ablaze I guess. And there was a family with kids living upstairs.. So, in the inner city, hens were flying everywhere. An interesting aside of this is, it is a very poor neighborhood. Many of the kids in the streets, were grabbing the chickens up, so that their families could eat them later on. Imagine that!
Anyway, Mark managed to catch ChiChi, and brought her home where she promptly disappeared into the trees by the house. Later, when the weather cooled, she returned and is now a permanent fixture in the barn, laying eggs everywhere and being friends to our two fat roosters.