Today I just happened to glance out my window in time to catch my Narragansett Tom, Abbott, pecking at one of my adult chicken hens. They were both free ranging in my backyard. The hen, a Wyandotte, walked slowly away and plopped down into a dust bath hole. I was annoyed but not alarmed as the hen didn't seem too bothered by it, but Abbott follwed her and Bam-Bam! He hit her again! By this time I was cursing and throwing on my shoes. The hen got up, stumbled a few more feet away and sat down, probably dazed, on the trail to the coop where Abbott again followed her only to Bam-Bam-Bam her again. I ran over and scooped her up, there was just a bit of blood on the top of her head. I put her in a spare coop where she died later that day. Abbott had been a suspect in another hen death, but we had no proof, a couple of years ago, but since then things had been relatively harmonious. Our animals have always been pets but Abbott was more yard art than anything. I liked the gobbling noise and the pageantry, he is magnificent when he struts his stuff. My girlfriend has been advocating for Abbott's removal for years, today I finally agreed with her.