Napoleon remembers when he had things under control.
When Squeaky was his best ally..
And life was good.
He, pretty much, had his hens in a row... albeit, in my garden.
But then the mafia arrived.
The Roady, the Rock, and three Americanas...
The new kids in town.
The coop has not been the same since.
And the youn'uns are kickin' ( butts) and tak'en names.
They went from cute little chicks... (this one was called Cleopatra) ...
See what I mean? Oldsters on the left, Newbees on the right. Very little interaction.
See what the older hens look like? Tired... bags under the eyes. This one is probably just HOT, poor thing. We are even sprinkling the ground around the coop to keep them cooler. But, I think she's also tired of all the drama.
I guess they will all work it out soon.
Sweet Napoleon is waiting for things to settle down. Squeaky is running around like a chicken with her head ... well... you know. She's trying to help Napoleon, but it's difficult. Bantams should never have this kind of responsibility.
Even the Turkey is waiting to see how this all plays out.