My hen survived a dog attack, laid 3 eggs, and took a supervised garden stroll like a Victorian lady in recovery 😭💪

About a week ago, my sweet (and extremely dramatic) hen was attacked by our dog in what can only be described as one of the worst moments of my life. By the time I got to her, she had a pretty horrific neck injury and I truly didn’t know if she was going to make it.

I brought her inside and set up a full basement ICU situation — crate, daily wound care, antibiotic ointment, constant emotional support (for me). Meanwhile, she’s been acting like this is a mild inconvenience at best.

Fast forward to today: • It’s been one week • She has laid 3 eggs (because apparently near-death is not a valid excuse to miss work) • Her wound is closing up beautifully (still looks gnarly) • AND today she enjoyed a supervised yard stroll like a tiny Victorian woman convalescing after “a spell”

Picture it: gentle pecking, slow dignified steps, pausing to observe the grounds… absolutely zero acknowledgment that she scared 10 years off my life. Pissed I'm about to bring her back to her kennel.

She’s alert, curious, chatty as ever, and very much under the impression that she runs this household.

I’m still taking reintroduction slow and keeping a close eye on her, but I am honestly blown away by her toughness. Chickens are way more metal than we give them credit for.

Her name is Blackhat — which feels less like a name now and more like a warning.