Yesterday the neighbor's small but aggressive Boston Bull Dog was after my chickens. Slim was doing her best to herd my one stray fowl, a Polish chicken named Victor Girl, back to the house. VG was as afraid of Slim as she was the neighbor's dog and she hid under a pile of boards. I was running from the back of the house to the front of the house trying to save VG and run off the neighbor's dog at the same time. All the other chickens had run into the safety of the pen under the leadership of Milton the guinea.
Slim stood guard over Victor Girl until I could get there and pick her up. I carried her to safety. It was the first time I had touched her since she was a chick. I could not believe how velvety soft she was and petted her a while before depositing her with the others.
This morning when I let the chickens out for the day, VG did not run out with the others. She came to me and walked around and around as if to say "Thanks".