The remaining hens, post Owl-attack, numbers two; Cora and Gwen. Cora, the larger of the two, is quiet and docile. Her comb is larger than Gwen’s and she seems generally indifferent to most things except for sprouts and bugs. Nothing gets Cora moving faster than a bug. Gwen, on the other hand, is slightly smaller and definitely feistier. Her comb is close to her head and it gives her the look of being angry all the time. Maybe she is.
After a day or mourning, the antics had already begun. Something was up as both Gwen and Cora looked at one another suspiciously. Earl was unaware of any problems and worked hard to get attention from the hens as he had recently grew a new tail feather... his only tail feather.
|Not long after Rosamond's untimely death, the stink eyes began.|
Earl, of course, with the typical black cloud over him.
|Chicken Law, once passed from chicken to chicken, was only recently enshrined in written form.|
Sub paragraph 4 goes on to say, "To decide who will be the head hen, all bets are off, all forms of fighting are permitted and though death is frowned upon it is acceptable. Wing beating, head pecking and chasing are all valid forms of deciding who is head hen. If by the end of the day a single hen has all other chickens bowing down to her and serving her every whim, that chicken is proclaimed head hen. Coronation ceremonies are not required but highly encouraged." So Gwen attacked Cora.
|All is fair in love and war.|
|Gwen, Queen of the Coop...for now.|