Hen’s Fury

This damn chicken…

…is about to take two rounds to the back of the head if she doesn’t calm down.

Susie here has gone full attack mode on me a few times now, with the most recent one this past Tuesday.

I was trying to lock the girls up for the evening, and as I reached down for the door her head shot out from inside the coop like a damn moray eel, and chomped my hand hard enough to draw blood.

I stuffed her head back into the coop and shut the door, only to have her come after me again as I reached in to collect the eggs.

And so she took several angry shots to the forehead/beak with a Birkenstock for her troubles.

I show you, you little red bastard…

She attacked Jen just a few moments ago and she responded by just picking her up and holding her to establish dominance.

This is why the rest of your kind didn’t survive the big one 66 million years ago.

It’s not clear what’s caused the sudden aggression with this hen. I suppose it could be hormonal, now that they’ve started consistently laying eggs. Might also be the lack of a rooster around and so this one has decided to take on that role.

Which, I mean, she can identify however she wants. She just can’t bite or she’s not going to have a home here with us…

j.s.

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