I suppose talking about my own chickens is fine here. I hope it is, anyways.
Hens will never cease to amuse me when they are teaching young cockerels manners. My California Gray hen, Fan-Tail, who is about five years old, slips through the fence of the yard she is supposed to stay in (I call it the "chicken yard" because that is where our original chickens stayed in, even though practically every yard we have has a chicken in it) and goes to the backyard instead because the grass is always greener on the other side (but seriously, it is in the backyard). Unfortunately, like every other female who has at least seen one cockerel in their lifetime, she has to put up with the hormonal antics of my Blue Cochin Bantam cockerel, Slate, who will never learn that no hen actually wants him. Now, you see, Fan-Tail has a strong grudge against males for whatever reason, and she will kick any male she sees in the face at random. Fan-Tail was once again in the backyard and she was eating feed out of a bucket I had put on the ground. Slate, seeing his opportunity to look even more stupid than he already does, went up to Fan-Tail and began wing-dancing at her. Fan-Tail immediately puffed up her feathers and stood tall over Slate, and then proceeded to attack him. She bowled him over with her feet and he ended up getting squished on the ground underneath her, and he rolled on her side and got up again. He stared at Fan-Tail for a second and then decided nothing happened, and that he wanted to dance at her again. Slate got attacked again, and after that, he danced again. And he got attacked again. But this time, Fan-Tail had enough and would not stop continually grabbing his neck and pecking him until Slate bolted off for a few steps. He looked back at Fan-Tail, both of them with their feathers puffed up. They made angry noises at each other, and then Slate decided that, this time, he was going to pay attention to his own pullets instead.