Butters takes his guardianship of the flock very seriously.
There are at least 2 feral cats he has run off. He chases squirrels out of the hen yard, scatters small wild birds attempting to eat layer feed, and stares down any inquisitive bystander that is looking over the fence.
He is always above it all. Here the hens are in the landscaping by the back fence. Other times find him on the back step, on the lid of the bbq and during those rare times all the hens are in their yard with the gate open he lays on the sun soaked shingles of the coop roof.
If we could just train him to herd them . . .
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