Ok, I have this mutt chicken, Daddy was a RIR, and that is all I know. From the start, this chick was different. Turned out to be blind in one eye and acted weird. Named it Doofus. Doofus always hid in the far corner, didn't run for food or treats, she/he/it?? was just a DOOFUS! Doofus is about 3 months now and is a beautiful blue with red tones. Now here is the problem. It was apparent quickly which ones were roosters and last week they went on vacation to freezer camp. But not Doofus. Doofus has a slick spot where a comb should be. It is just starting to get a little shape to it, but is still smooth.Doofus is taller than the other pullets, stalks around like a crane, cocks her/his head to one side to see better out of that one eye. Doofus hides in the little A-frame coop I built for the little pullet's shelter. If I were to ascribe human emotions to a chicken, I would say that Doofus has no self confidence. This week, I took down the board that seperated the coop from the run and let the 8 big girls mix with the 12 pullets. Doofus has become the target for the big girls to pick on. The top hen jumped on Doofus yesterday and Doofus stuck her/his/it's head in a hole in a cinder block while the pecking continued. I had to rescue Doofus. I am getting attached to Doofus. Anybody remember the Saturday Night Live character a few years back named Pat? Nobody ever knew if Pat was male or female. Doofus is like that. Ya'll help me out here. Isn't Doofus pretty? This is a close up of Doofus comb. The top of Doofus head. And poor ol' Doofus blind eye.