The next evening, I decide I will go looking for him to try to re-connect him with the others and hope for a truce between father and son. It is still cold, the temperatures in the mid-twenties, and if he doesn’t freeze to death, the chances of his getting eaten by coyotes or the bobcat are high. I find him alone sitting out back under the forsythia bush. Although I eventually get him back into the stall, I am appalled to see his father jump and attack him all over.
I hate to watch them fight. They are vicious with each other, pecking one another’s feathers and combs until blood stains the walls. I wonder if I have done the right thing in closing him in. Would I have done better to let nature take its course and leave him to the coyotes or is it nature’s course to fight to the death with his rival?