What's actually happened is Eli was minding his own business, pottering around the back of the raised beds, when he discovers to his absolute horror that he's four feet away from Margot – ON THE LOOSE. He's paralysed with fear, the daft animal.
I'll never understand how he’ll happily risk life and limb to chase a huge fox around the field in a Benny Hill-esque fashion but his feathered sisters scare the bejesus out of him.
One of my fellow Omleteers (Eglu owners) put forward the following hypothesis for Eli's behaviour:
I think it's a pride thing. Birds = dinner and dinner should not fight back! Chickens obviously haven't read the rule book and it isn't fair and the cats all go off and sulk. Foxes = competition and therefore they are fair game and expected to fight back.
Now, if only Ron the goldfish put up a tiny shred of resistance he may have a slightly happier retirement.
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