chickens
My rooster's fowl play has my ameraucana hen clucking for cover
Oh, the betrayal. You had one job, Mr. Buff Brahma, be the lovely, timid scaredy-cat rooster we all believed you were, and now you're grabbing an ameraucana by the face and pinning her to the ground? That's not just fowl play; that's a full-on feathery felony. I feel for you, and I feel for that hen. The good news? This sounds like textbook rooberty. Adolescent roosters often lose their tiny minds for a bit, testing boundaries like a teenager who just discovered sarcasm. He might settle back into his sweet self once the hormones level out. Isolating them while they heal is smart. For a deeper dive into chicken social chaos, check out our related piece, "Feathers for Breakfast: A Clucky Case of Chick-on-Chick Plucking."