The mother hen continued to puff up her feathers, her eyes bloodshot, constantly rushing forward to peck and bite anyone who dared approach. Though her body wasn’t as large as the rooster’s, her resistance was no less fierce. As soon as she spotted Lucas, she lunged straight at him, wings flapping violently, her beak aiming right for his hand, just barely missing scratching the skin.
Mary had to back away, her face twisted in a grimace, muttering under her breath: “This thing’s gone mad!"
Ethan scanned the scene, making sure everyone had spread out to form a semicircle around the mother hen. In a low voice, he instructed: “Close in, don’t let her get away. No shouting, and don’t hit hard, try to catch her alive."
By now, Emily had fully recovered, her gaze determined. She picked up a sm
