I returned from Kimbolton to find the young hen in the driveway searching for her three cockerel brothers (three of the cocks who had been whisked away last night). She had flown from the orchard to the run by the back door. I shut her in and jeremy trimmed her wings and now she is with the bigger flock in the orchard. Even birds have memories and probably feelings too. It will take her some days to integrate with the new crowd.