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My chickens are thankfull for that soft bite too. Last year when Shasta was still a big puppy, I caught her "playing" with a none too happy New Hampshire Red. The poor hen was as slobbery as a favorite tennis ball, missing a few feathers (well, a few more than a few), but NO BLOOD! Shasta was just playing fetch with a self-propelled feathery ball!
My chickens are thankfull for that soft bite too. Last year when Shasta was still a big puppy, I caught her "playing" with a none too happy New Hampshire Red. The poor hen was as slobbery as a favorite tennis ball, missing a few feathers (well, a few more than a few), but NO BLOOD! Shasta was just playing fetch with a self-propelled feathery ball!