When it’s time to lock up at night, we always open the side door of the chicken coop and check to make sure everyone is safely inside it.
Last night my son reached in to stroke Punk and she pecked him hard. Not once, but twice. She deliberately targeted the tender skin on the back of his hand. She didn’t peck in the true sense of the word; what she did was to grab the skin and shake it vigorously. Maybe she was tired and ratty and resented the disturbance.
But it seems my son had a friend in the coop. Pom-Pom retaliated on his behalf and bit Punk in the head!
So everyone learned a lesson last night.
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