There is never a dull moment at the Wayfarer!
A couple of weeks back, a ruckus started in the chicken coop. The chickens chased “Tootsie” all over the run and attacked her something awful.
I went out to check on the girls and to see what was wrong. The noise level was very uncomfortable.
I was stunned to find “Tootsie” looking really mangled. Feathers were missing from her chest, her comb was damaged – she looked awful.
When night time approached, all went quiet, but the next day the same ruckus. Mike and I decided to let the chickens out of their run, so they could separate and quiet down.
When Mike suddenly realized that we had 3 black chickens, not 2 like there should be.
Turns out his friend had smuggled into our coop a chicken from his coop. An ugly black, battered by a rooster, chicken by the name of Royal.
He thought it was funny, I did not! My chickens were traumatized for a couple of days.
Mike caught Royal, after chasing her through the bushes, in his pier fishing net.
She was picked up by her owner shortly thereafter.