The bobcat holocaust

Around 2:00 am, I heard a violent rustling of feathers and stepped outside to see what was the matter; seeing nothing but a spooked rooster, I stepped back inside.

That quietude I experienced was, it turns out, mortal: a bobcat had massacred my chickens for sport, leaving the cock intact. I discovered this when there appeared the apparition of a levitating chicken on the lawn which, upon closer inspection, was suspended in the maw of its ailuroid plunderer.

Deliberating between my sword and shotgun; I equipped myself with Andúril, sword of Aragorn, and advanced on the beast: who nevertheless scaled the seven foot wall, chicken in mouth.

The unwived cock, in the meantime, had taken to consorting with dogs; but eventually leapt the wall himself in pursuit of the neighbor’s hens, only to be rebuffed by his rival: the neighbor’s cock.

This sole cock, bloodied and henless, is not himself.

Update

We’ve since provided him with a micro-harem, and he’s taken to shepardship with gusto; propagating his hens from plum-trees to grass to corn with a paternal rigour.

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Figure 1: Bewivèd cock