I think there is one mean RIR in the bunch. Normally, I clean the kicked bedding out of their two waterers. While they're drinking, I then scrape all the bedding from their feeding tray. While cleaning the tray, the rest see that feed is available and start crowding around. I gently nudge them out the way (the greedy Austra-Whites always in the forefront), and one little sweet BR leans up against my knuckles while working my way down the tray. Then this one RIR comes up and bites me hard and WON"T LET GO. I had to whack her real good. She's the one that always wants to fight when nudged away, rearing up with an attitude and pecking.
Sister-Girl needs to recognize that I have waaaay too many kitchen appliances, pressure cookers, slow cookers and meat cleavers up in this camp, so her days may be numbered.
You all know that I got that "Beak Phobia" thing.