My chick is now 13 weeks, things have calmed down a lot but we still have days where they pick on her relentlessly

- they seem to feel the need to remind her not to get too big for her boots. One thing I found puzzling is that the previous lowest of the flock is the most vicious - I'd of thought she would have been less aggressive havibg experienced what its like at the bottom
You’re thinking like a human lol.
The bird lowest in the pecking order is usually always the worst one.
Emily can be terrible.
It’s because they want the new bird(s) to be the lowest instead of them.
They don’t want the new bird to rise higher than them.
I’ve discovered who my lower ranking teenagers are because they relentlessly follow my dog, Charlie, and get in his face quite a bit.
Charlotte & Elsie are the worst.
Charlotte was even attacked because she pecked him but he didn’t hurt her.
I’ve noticed she doesn’t bother him anymore lol.
He is allowed to protect himself because I know they could take an eye out.
I have to keep Charlie in the house when I give treats to the birds that I know he would like.
Recently I gave them a bunch of lettuce which Charlie has never shown an interest in.
He was trying to sniff it and possibly eating the tiny bits of cabbage that was in it when I heard him snarling and saw Red going after him.
She doesn’t play.
She will fight the dog.
She has no problem with it.
He was retreating from her but I told him to go in the house because I didn’t want Angus getting involved in the dispute.
The problem is that body language is different between dogs and chickens.
When Charlie practices what in dog behavior terminology is called “avoidance” (turning away to protect his face) the chickens perceive it as him giving way to them as the dominant one.
This is a problem.
An interesting thing happened in the last couple of days.
Yesterday I put on my warm winter coat for the first time.
When I let the chickens out Oliver stopped in the doorway and just stared at me.
He kept looking at the coat.
I know chickens see color (it’s a pretty purple) so I figured he wasn’t sure if it was me.
He would look back and forth between the coat and my face.
I kept talking to him so he could hear my familiar voice and he finally came out.
This morning I put a hat on.
Angus was the only one that approached me.
He kept looking up at my head.
He began to pretend to peck the ground.
I figured that wasn’t a good direction for the encounter to go in so I bent down so he could see my face better and I kept talking to him like Oliver.
I watched his eyes go back and forth between my face and the hat on my head.
I kept talking to him.
After about a minute or two he decided it was me and walked away.
Chickens are so smart and interesting.