A stark reminder of why we were always told not to make pets out of the livestock. I'm presuming the chicken was to feature as a main course at some point and Archie couldn't bear to deal with the reality of HOW it becomes a main course and therefore tried to 'rescue' her. For you city slickers, please be advised that meat does NOT come to us overwrapped on a Styrofoam tray. There is real blood 'n guts involved, and a sensitive kid can have a real crisis about this, especially after he's named dinner something other than 'soup', 'burger', 'bacon', or 'chop'! That particular reality can be a tad difficult to come to terms with and I suspect Archie has formed too close an attachment to his fine feathered friend.
I wouldn't spank him either. This calls for a gentle but matter of fact discussion of how our meat comes to the table. If he needs, he can skip dinner tonite. I know I had to forgo a steak dinner when we first were moved onto the farm; I knew intellectually how meat came to be but it was another matter in its entirety to participate in the process and then eat the results!! I had, despite gramps' advice to the contrary, named several of the animals and had become WAY to attached when we first moved out there. Never again did I repeat that error!!!