Tiny the Terrorist almost became a Suicide Flogger again tonight. DH was removing a saddle from one of my molting Wynette, one of my BR hens, to give her a break for proper grooming. He sat Wynette down on the floor just in front of the roost, not realizing that jealous Tiny had hopped onto the roost bar next to his bent over head.
As he let Wynette go, he was hit in the forehead by the Beak of Death and looked up to see a feathered cobra, hackles flared and ready to launch a second strike at his face. He literally grabbed her by the neck and flung her to the floor. She yelled and ran into the exterior nest box, whereupon Wynette took up the cause and went after Tiny, reaching in and hauling her out by the head feathers, giving her a good thunk. Tiny went screaming into the other room and jumped up to the main roost to pout.
Once again, Tiny the Terrorist has cheated death, narrowly avoiding becoming a Suicide Flogger.