A coup in the coop
Breaking news on the chicken front! A coup d’état has taken place! (Dare I call it a coop d’état?) The smaller of the two roosters, a feisty Buff Orpingon, has dethroned the larger one, a Wyandotte. The battle must have been bloody; the victor has spattered blood on his neck, and there’s blood on the wall of the chicken coop. The result is that the victor has his harem of a dozen or so hens, while the loser is chased any time he comes near to them.
Over the summer we lost ten hens because we let them free-range. Candidates for the predator: fox, coyote, bobcat (seen by a neighbor), bear even; but since we’ve not seen much gore but only, every once in a while, a scattering of feathers, we’re wondering also about raptors, perhaps a hawk or a turkey vulture.