Thank you. A year ago I had a whole bunch of hens and two roosters but, sadly, a weasel came through the neighborhood and went on a killing spree. I was in shock for several minutes as I wondered why my hens and roosters were sleeping in the mud. The brain is a funny thing. It allowed me to gradually process what I was seeing.
The birds had been in a 'secure' coop. There were four birds that had an attitude problem and thought they were to 'grown up' to sleep in the coop. When the weasel came through the only ones that survived were the four that were free to fly up into the trees.
Starting over with only four birds was difficult but Dottie, Jr. saved me by doubling the flock. She's a little trooper. Her mom was a Buff Orpington bantam and her dad was either a Light Brahma or the fighting cock that showed up from the woods and stayed. Here he is...I named him Donald.