Kiera took out Charlie's last hen today.  She wouldn't even leave the roost to eat, he was being so horrid to her.  No, we are not the "cook the darn thing" types, tho dad doesn't understand that.

Charlies used to go to roost early but since we moved he stays up til the last minute.  Maybe I should feed him some California Poppy (sedative).

I tried putting the other two Reds in with him when we first set up the coop at this house, but they were so miserable, I let them out to range.  (Course I rarely find my egg..)