Lelie and 'friends'

When I first came back from Scotland, I found a troupe of smallish white chickens looking very much at home around my house, scratching away as if the place belonged to them.As they did not scratch away half a ton of soil in one go, and with that half of my plants like Jan's Kuk-kuks, I let them be. Whose chickens it was I don't know, as every night when the sun started setting, they disappeared mysteriously down the road, and every morning before the sun was up long, they were back.
When I found a nest full of eggs, of which most were rotten, I tried to find out whose chickens they were, but everybody told me a different story, and then a woman up the road told me about how well she knew the people, and she would come and collect the eggs from me and deliver it to the owners. but after I emptied the nest the hen or hens deserted it, and there was no more eggs for me to worry about.
The troupe eventually took umbrage at my disturbing their peace, and came less and less, all except a small white hen, and a cockey white cock.
The little hen was a gentle soul, and at first it was only her, and I bought a small bag of chicken feed, as I knew that none of the Haarlem animals were being fed by their owners, and I just liked the little hen around, as Lelie, who was quite lonely without Hendrix, had found in her a little playmate.
But then one day this very stroppy little cock appeared on my doorstep, and started harassing the hen, attacking her when I threw out some of the maize that was meant for her, but I was quite okay with him also having some. He however became a menace to the little hen, who one day just did not come back, and I will never know whether she was eaten by one of the village families, or by the otters, or maybe just too scared at the vicious attacks of the cock. I tried my best to shoo him away, but he refused to let go of a good thing, as he had found out that Lelie's plate always had some pellets in, as she liked to take one at a time, walk to her bed, and lie chewing on this one pellet.

But then this cock realized that Lelie was fed a certain time every morning and afternoon and from then on, like bally clockwork, he would appear at the door, and Lelie would be so happy, as she thought he came to play with her. When I put out her food he became very aggresive, attacking the playful Lelie, who still thought that he wanted to play, and she would bark and frollick, running around in circles, when he would take his chance and have a go at her food. In the beginning he was a bit wary of me, but he became more and more of a hazard to Lelie, whom he one day attacked, and hurt her one eye so badly that I chased him away by throwing stones at him! But he was adamant that he would have his share of the bounty, and as he became scared of the raging me who threw boulders at him, and even emptied a jug full of water over his head, he would first stand at the hole he usually came through, and watch the door intently to see if I was near, and if the coast looked clear, then he would scramble through, and clucking softly, attempt to get to the food bowl unseen! Lelie was always so glad to see him, and continued to think him her bosom pal, and I felt so bad when I chased him away after every attack on the little dog, as she would stand with her head to one side, looking at me as if to ask why was I chasing away her friend. I then went around closing up every hole that a chicken could squeeze through.