Egg production was off 33% the previous day, no doubt due to the emotional tumult of the rooster’s recrudescent presence. The girls were obviously in a state of mild hysteria as the visitor continued his pattern of harassment, twitching his tail feathers and waving his wings in a flurry of fluttering intended to titillate the ladies. But rather than enflame their passions, his flamboyant neck plumage puffery only served to unnerve them and interfere with their daily work schedule.
After the failed efforts of the first hired gun (see Day Four), I received a tip through social media. A Facebook friend told me he had a connection that was offering his services as a “fixer”. Still leery of arrest from shooting firearms inside the city (hypothetically, of course), I was attracted to this new prospect, a bow fisherman. While my first attempt with this type of weapon system had been a failure, this archer showed more promise. Not only was he experienced, his arsenal included an adult sized, camouflaged compound bow, equipped with a string line and retrieval reel. Together with barbed arrow tips, the package was designed to spear and retrieve fish directly from the water. Such a weapon eliminated the risk of having an impaled chicken running down West Main Street crowing bloody murder, so I told the Facebook friend I was interested and he promised to put the shooter on standby as soon as school was out at 3:30.
As the day progressed, I began to notice a new development. Lucy had begun standing closer to the wire mesh protective barrier, and with increasing frequency seemed to make eye contact with the free-ranging Don Juan. Maybe it was just my imagination, but I could have sworn that her comb and wattle seemed a bit brighter red than usual.
Things had just become a bit more complicated.