The chickens are still not happy. One of them in particular. In short, the old chickens haven’t yet forgiven us for bringing home three newcomers. Rather than taking it out on us, though, they’re blaming the invaders.

Two of them are half way to being accepted, but one poor chook, the smallest of the three, is being pecked to bits. It’s lost the feathers from the middle of it’s tail, its wattles and one ankle are bleeding and now its face is turning blue as the bruises come out.

We’re trying all we can: we’re sectioning them off, shutting the old ones in early in the evenings, lifting the new ones out of the house when they take refuge… for that one poor little pecked chicken none of it seems to be working, and now I’m starting to worry that it’s not getting to eat or drink unless we’re standing beside it.

How can we teach it to peck back? Just once?

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