Bear my HERO chicken does it again!

[walkswithdog]

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.

 

[baldie]

That is awesome, what a good boy!!

I hope he got some extra treats for that one!!

 

[byrandom]

Good job Bear!

 

[sunnibunny99]

Thats sooo great

 

[speckledhen]

Tough woman! Seems that Bear is an appropriate name for her!

 

[Mandalina]

she sounds like one tough little lady!

 

[walkswithdog]

For a HEN she certainly has a huge pair of ........

Can't believe the Tom Jake hiding behind her... sigh.

 

[fowl weathered friend]

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I have one like that! My Ameraucana hen Radclyffe was originally found by my landlord's roommate while he was biking in Sabino Canyon. She was lust lying there, dehydrated, so he apparently thought "My roomie has chickens, I'll stick this one in the coop!"
My landlord said it took several days before they found out where this random hen came from because no one saw the note his roommate left.
Several weeks after my (now) fiancee and I moved in, I woke up at 7am to hear this terrible screaming. I threw on a robe and ran out the door in time to see our neighbour's Alsation dog take off over the fence with the same Ameraucana hen! I go running down the street screaming at the dog, who drops the hen and takes off. I scoop her up--the hen's in shock, gasping, and part of her comb is ripped off-- take her back to the house where she later makes a full recovery.
A week after this she starts laying eggs (never laid an egg as far as we know before the dog attack).
A few months later, I notice this huge black Tom cat hanging around. One evening I hear a ruckus so I head out to the yard and there's Radclyffe, stretched to her full height, yelling at the approaching tom cat while the other hens crowd a few feet behind her.

Her survival instinct and overall "Bad-Assery" have earned her the title of Punk Rock Chicken.

 

[Turtle]

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O yes she does

 

[Whispering Winds]

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