A Mother Hen and Wholly update

When I first got to Farley, about five months ago, there where two rosters and two hens. And that seemed like a reasonable ratio. Anyway, I also lived outside and on the ground level, where chickens can crap in front of your door and wake you up at 5:30 (right before the air-raid siren that goes off at 6 EVERY morning). Outside and just a little ways down from my room was a nice, large stack of wood. That they dodged does not mean I wasn't aiming to kill.
A little before the time the rosters donned the conception of polygamy (and the loser became dinner), both hens had chicks. I've never been around farmy animals and didn't really feel like I was losing out on much. Apparently, so I've been told, the mother hen is one of the fiercest mothers in nature. She will take on a panther if need be. It has been interesting to learn some of the mannerisms, the different calls and how to elicit them by throwing rocks. My current project has involved finding the cat and throwing it at one of the hens. Wouldn't you know it, as soon as that cat lands she is gone. Terrified. I don't like cats and was kind of hoping for a "two birds with one cat" scenario.
Some guys came and carried Wholly (Wool-e) off to a dog shelter of some kind. Supposedly the panther missed the neck area and bit into her chest. It's hard to believe "the panther missed your jugular and only pierced your lungs," would be good news, but apparently so. I'd feel better if she had eaten first though. But her vitality was a lot better today.