The largest chicken in my little flock is Junior the rooster. He is one half Partridge Cochin and one half Porcelain D'Uccle. He has been attacking the little hens for quite some time. It is a grave understatement to say they do not appreciate it. His courtship skills are non-existent. He is, in fact, a rapist. Well - he is an attempted rapist.
His artless attacks anger the little hens, and rightly so. If one succeeds in fending him off, another will chase him for good measure, aiming vicious pecks at his retreating tail feathers. For a short time, Junior took shelter from the incensed hens beside his father, the Evil Roo'. Just this week Evil started sparring with Junior over who will be the boss. I heard a collective sigh of relief from the ten little hens when their husband at last took steps to maintain his post.
Now that Evil Roo' is fighting for his job, the hens are even more outraged at Junior's adolescent overtures. They want the best man, as it were. They do not want to have anything to do with a scrub, a second stringer. This morning I noticed that every little hen was on the offense against Junior. Each hen flew up and attacked Junior if he so much as got within a foot of any of them.
Junior was so confounded that he did a few steps of the Cochin Tango - the goofy, rapid, side-stomping dance Cochin roosters do to warn everyone that someone really bad is on the block and they had better watch out! Junior was being pushed around and bullied by everyone in the flock this morning. Tenzing Norgay, the most dominant hen, was in no mood for Junior's masculine demands - especially that stupid rooster dance - and tore into him with outstretched neck, wings held menacingly, and a battle cry every angry female creature in the universe understands. Junior knew he better get the flock outta there - or ELSE!
The flock has spoken.