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Oh oh oh! Those are both great pictures !
Most excellent.
I was seeing play fight as well. The cat could have killed them both if it really wanted to.This cat appears to be attacking half-heartedly imo. Looked like an unneutered male cat looking for a fight, not for a meal, and a play-fight at that, i.e., looking to dominate, not even seriously wound. In my opinion he wasn't hungry, didn't need or want to kill and eat. He could have delivered a kill bite in each attack, well-positioned in all of them for that. It was more an ill-tempered wrestling match for the cat, and a territorial defense by the hens, as in my opinion the chickens have experienced this before, or they would have run and made much more noise, esp after that first attack, the released hen just walks away, and the second hen who gets jumped from behind was cautiously walking and not panicked either. All probably very entertaining to the people there. Sad.
That is one amazing bum.
Very good thoughts and things for me to consider thoughtfully. Thanks.I was thinking what RC is thinking. They will be small(ish) for only a little while now. I might give the waking up together routine another shot for a few days, and then let it go and see what happens. The main thing is I would not want to see Phyllis roosting in the run, because of the potential nighttime danger, besides the social outcasting. Chickens like familiarity, and familiar company. Do you think Phyllis is like an abused human caught in a bad relationship over there in the main coop? I wonder if the pecking order view in chickenland has changed, no matter who roosts where. The two additions guarantee she is not at the bottom now. In effect she has moved up. Has that improved the situation in the main coop for Phyllis? It is so unknown and the window for creating a tribe, if that can be done, is small.
Only purple corn for purple chickens.Just the Purple Ones Please
I left the lid off the corn and caught Miss Hattie helping herself to just the Purple corn.