Two months ago we adopted an endearing 6.5 pound stray cat infested with fleas. We called her Trail Cat, because that’s where my husband found her and we didn’t know her well enough to pick the right name for her. The right name is Monster. She terrorizes all of our much larger cats and dogs because it’s fun and she’s easily bored. She’s also outrageously affectionate, bold and confident. Monster met her match today, I witnessed a new thing: hens ganging up on a predator.
The flock is fifteen fully grown hens, one young rooster and five 2-week old chicks naturally hatched out by a hen.
I had just let the chickens loose for the day. My back was turned, but evidently Monster thought it would be fun to capture a chick. I heard the mother hen let out a shriek of hen rage and I spun around to see Monster being chased across the yard by mamma hen all fluffed up with fury. Monster slowed as if to change her mind but the hen landed on her pecking and Monster bolted. Another fluffed hen attacked from the side, and blindsiding Monster, got a few pecks in. They chased her in two loops under the grape arbor. A third joined! Mamma hen went back to guard her chicks, and a forth hen joined in and they chased Monster clear out of the back yard onto the front porch for cover.
Trail cat was a sad cat. Then Monster returned and hit Ava (Miniature Schnauzer mix) in the nose, hissed at Pumpkin (twice her size), and feels much better.