Bear got her name by trying to fight off a hawk that had killed and was eating another chicken in the flock (whom she disliked), despite horrific injuries she'd continued to fight him. Ripped from both ears and under the beak to her keel. I paid to have her stitched up for her bravery and I've kept her despite not really wanting to keep a BA here. Once again the tough little sucker earns her place. I heard a yell, and I can tell when something's wrong as opposed to normal noises. I ran out to find her about 15 feet in front of an approaching fox, yelling for all she was worth. It looked at me approaching a couple of times and ran off. GO BEAR. Lord I love that chicken. Now I'm going to have to figure out how to get the critter. Grr. Not all chickens are chicken.