Oh.. poor Chewey,sometimes the our best intentions put us in the biggest trubble... hope he lost his tail feather to molting, not fighting.
His flock contained a few feather pickers. The girls plucked out his tail feathers early on and they've yet to grow back in. Poor guy looks rumpless....but he's an absolute love. He's on of the few cockerels who will literally come running to me, chattering the whole way as if to say, "Mommy...Mommy...Mommmy!", if I hunker down and spread out my arms to him. He was slow to mature and got picked on a lot, so he became quite the mommy's boy since I was always rescuing him from the much tougher older ladies in the group. We named him after Chewbacca from "Star Wars", but he actually is more like an Ewok than a Wookie. This is him as a chick: