I had read that integrating a new bird into an existing flock can be difficult on the new girl. I was hoping because mine were all so young that we wouldn't have any problems. Hens have a very distinct pecking order (where the term originated) and an addition or deletion can upset things. Sure enough, and true to form, Penny was circled and given a few good pecks. We all watched and intervened as much as we could, but this social hierarchy is very much a part of chicken life and they had to work it out amongst themselves. There is only so much an outsider can do. Fortunately, it didn't last long and Penny is now an accepted part of the flock. And, I'm certain she knows her place at the bottom of the totem pole.
She has so far turned out to be one of our sweeter chicks. She seems to have imprinted on Brad, and if you know my husband, this is pause for a good laugh. He is not the mother hen type. She jumps right into his hands and comes when he calls. Apparently, it was love at first sight.
Love it :) By the way, how I was I totally unaware that you had a new blog?? Where have I been?
ReplyDeleteIn the Caribbean, my friend! See what happens when you go on vacation?!? Monumental things, I assure you. :)
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