I shouldn't laugh, but when he stands in the doorway and waits for each of the hens to come in for the night...
The other night, I got between him and one of his hens. I was walking away from him and he jumped up... and nipped me in the back of my leg. This "attack" didn't do any damage, but I was really surprised. Then he stood there and fluffed his neck feathers at me. I told him that he could just as easily be our dinner one night next week. It was an idle threat... he knew it. He wasn't fazed at all. He side stepped toward me and dragged his wing on the rocks. I was obviously not someone he was going to tolerate in HIS chicken area.
Some of the hens take him seriously. Pepper, our Speckled Sussex, is not one of them. She free ranges until they all go to bed and then wonders where everyone went.
Finally, as if some unheard bell tolled for these two, they walked down the path and into the chicken house.
I closed the door to the chicken yard behind them and watched Clarrisa go up the ladder into the hen house.
But, Pepper, having second thoughts, turned around and came back to the gate.
She looked at me... and then walked up to the hen door.
Pepper is my favorite hen. She is curious, smart and truly an adventurer. She would free range all the time... but I choose to keep her safe with the others, at night. Too many predators out there would call her "dinner" and I can't let that happen.
Sleep well, my pretty's. See you in the morning.