We think we figured out how Old One-Eyed Calico Jack ended up with only one eye. Blackbeard must have decided he would no longer tolerate Little Jack Scallywag's advances on the ladies. He beat the snot out of the poor little bugger. Literally. Then Bob and even some of the ladies joined in the fight. I found Little Jack huddled in the corner between the wall and a feeder trying to protect his head. His eye, and the surrounding area is swollen and bruised.
The maternal instinct kicked in immediately and I swooped the poor boy up and brought him inside to nurse him back to health. He was mighty appreciative considering he can barely see and was having a really hard time defending himself. Then I went back out and read the riot act to the offenders. I explained that sort of behavior simply is not acceptable and I was sorely disappointed in them. If they could, I would have forced them to write "I will not beat up Jack" 100 times on a chalk board. Instead they had to go to roost without their evening snack. I'm sure that'll teach 'em.
In the mean time we have a rooster in the house. He's injured but he still likes to crow. Especially at 6:00 a.m. It's now a MAJOR priority for me to get alternate living arrangements set up to separate these roosters. Somewhere OUTSIDE.