|Darling Loola, Sitting Pretty|
Yesterday was the big day... we waited nearly two weeks to return our resident bully, Madonna, to the coop, to rejoin her sisters.
Madonna had taken to picking on our tiny Cochin Bantams, and enough was enough. Brie and I took matters into our own hands and put her in the slammer for a while to cool off.
Reintroducing her was a simple process, and we anticipated three possible outcomes:
- Outcome #1: Madonna would be hen pecked by the other girls a bit, since they wouldn't recognize her and perceive her to be a new member of the flock.
- Outcome #2: All the girls would recognize Madonna and welcome her back with open wings.
- Outcome #3: Madonna would remember how much fun she had picking on "Baby Girls," Loola and Lacey, and instantly resume her terrorist activities.
|Dear Lacey, Looking Perky|
Fortunately for our Buff Polish hen, Outcome Number One was the winner. Loola and Lacey stood secure in the chicken run, happily foraging for hidden treats under the pine chips, while Madonna was sent scuttling into the coop by the queen of our flock, Miss B (aka Beatrice, our Easter Egger).
Last night, Madonna sat, grumpily, on the lowest rung of the roosting bar... dejected, but no worse for the wear.
|Madonna... Put in Her Place|
By the Others
|Clover & Marshmallow |
Enjoy Playtime in the Yard
And Brie and I can go back to caring for our happy flock, harvesting those gorgeous eggs, and playing with our bunnies, Marshmallow and Clover, without having to worry for our "Baby Girls" safety.
Phew! Mission accomplished.