I once had a feisty hen named Assa, she was jet black. She was head honcho of the flock and she did no like to be handled. She was very bossy and pecked everybody including me. She laid me eggs though, and I hatched her out. One year she went broody and hatched 6 chicks. Boy she turned into a terror, would not let even the rooster within 3 feet of her babies. One day I was washing dishes and heard a skwalking outside and glanced out the window and there was a red fox right by the coop and there was Assa head down, hackles up, flying in the Fox's face scratching and flogging like mad! She did this at least 3 times. I grabbed the gun on my way out the door at which the fox swapped ends and hi tailed it out of there. ASSA was really upset for about 5 minutes, squalling up a storm. All the other chickens had fled and hid, but not her. After the 5 minutes she made one slight cluck noise and all 6 of her babies appeared from different directions where I had not seen them.
I treasure any alpha hen I get since then. She sticks up for herself and was ready to die for her chicks. I admire that in chickens and in all species in fact. I have been chicken picked thousands of times, and only about 5 of those times did it leave a mark and even those did not require a bandaid.
I treasure any alpha hen I get since then. She sticks up for herself and was ready to die for her chicks. I admire that in chickens and in all species in fact. I have been chicken picked thousands of times, and only about 5 of those times did it leave a mark and even those did not require a bandaid.