Yesterday afternoon, I realized that there was a bone just a few feet from where my hen died. I am quite sure she was killed by Tashi, and I am quite sure it was over a bone. I threw some raw bones out to the dogs in one part of the yard, for the chickens in another. That was very foolish. The chickens didn't stay put. I'm sure the one that was killed decided to have a little of Tashi's bone. Tashi doesn't share.
It was my fault. I didn't think things through before I tossed out the bones.
Now there are nine . . .