Disgruntled cat on coup

Following the events of Black Friday, our flock pecking order has had a regig with some curious results. Fajhita, who was one of the birds injured in the attacks, now controls the coup and Bruno, our tiny Pekin, seems suddenly to command some respect. The one lasting victim has been our long suffering moggie cat, Smudge.

Poor Smudgie has always feared her daily routine, which usually begins with a claw to the nose from a neighbourhood tom. When the chickens arrived, she truly believed she had regained some power. Once she had taken her daily beating, patrolling the coup gave her a sense of purpose. Perhaps she was a sheepdog in a previous life but the glee she gained from rounding up the chickens surpassed even her favourite treats and bedtime tickles.

This weekend, Pingu and Fajhita decided enough was enough. As Smudge emerged for her morning skulk round the garden, the chickens had a different agenda. They would not be stopped from destroying my flower beds by their furry master. Neck feathers rose, wings flapped and a disgruntled cat was left running to me for comfort, tail between her legs.

One of our initial concerns when adopting poultry was the sheer volume of cats that inhabit our garden. It is now feline welfare that we fear for. After nursing Smudgie’s hurt feelings I couldn’t help but be impressed by the potential for ferociousness our birds sometimes exhibit.

Do not be fooled by the beautiful balls of feathers – a dark side lurks within our chickens, waiting to be unleashed on any being brave enough to challenge them.

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