So awhile back , I relatedthe sad tarradiddle of my miss Peanut , who was getting picked on by the sleep of the flock after an incident that bust her comb , giving her a bloody head and making her the prey of much pecking and lowbred remarks by the other hens . I take full responsibility for her injury and subsequent shunning , and spent many days protecting her from the sleep of The Girls and apologise profusely . Now , six months or so later , her comb has heal into a fashionable flopped - over style , and all of her feathers have grown back . She ’s fully reintegrated into the flock and things seemed to be going well — until she decide to detest my gut .
I bridge player - raised all my wimp , apply each an even amount of draw close and telecasting - lap time . Up until The Incident , Peanut was as snuggly as the rest , wax into my lap if I was outdoor interpretation or follow me like a puppy .
Not any longer .
When The girl are out foraging and I come out into the G , they generally all operate in my guidance , hoping for dainty or at least some attention . All , that is , except for Peanut . Oh , she runs in my centering all in good order , but I believe it is with murderous intent . She pecks aggressively at my feet and leg , and puff out her plume in a most threatening way . If I seek to pick her up for a cuddle ( an activeness she antecedently love , or at least tolerated ) , she bites and pecks my arms and glares at me in a scornful fashion that reminds me a lot of my freshman yr English instructor . When I put her down , she puffs up and charges at me .
I have to say , my feeling are a lilliputian hurt . I thought we had bring together during her recuperation , but plain she was merely mask her rancor until she no longer require my protection , biding her time until her status in the mess was reinstated , If chicken society admit any variety of legal system I am pretty sure she would have filed a suit ; instead , she ’s settled for attacking me at every chance .
on the face of it , “ chicken resentment ” is actually a thing . turn , as I do , to cyberspace for answers , I discover a number of cases where antecedently happy hens suddenly turned despiteful and ferocious , following stressful incident such as introducing new bird to the flock or being forced to wear Halloween costume or Santa hats .
There ’s hope on the view , however . proffer browse from giving the cranky dame some discriminatory , affectionate discussion to pinning it to the earth in a force submit all sound promising . Some interwebbians theorize that she ’s decided I ’m below her in the pecking order , hence the vicious conduct . Taking actions such as holding her upside down or pressing her to the ground may help .
But I think I ’ll start up with the preferential treatment , which will at least appropriate me to assuage my guilt feelings for my part in her injury that started this whole lot . If that does n’t make for , I ’ll switch to mastery . But first , it ’s going to be cookies and petting , which history has proven to be an optimum conflict resolve practice , at least at our sign of the zodiac . For example , no one even care anymore about the “ why ca n’t we appease up all Nox keep an eye on cat video recording on YouTube ” argument , but everyone remember the butterscotch oatmeal raisin cooky .
