I've always thought that Ireland would be a beautiful and interesting place to visit. It sounds like you have quite the menagerie of rescue animals, that is so wonderful! My husband thinks I'm a little crazy but I can just sit for hours and watch my chickens and ducks. I find it relaxing and people really underestimate how intelligent and comical these creatures can be. A few weeks ago two of my roosters apparently were have a bit of a scuffle on top of our fuel oil tank which sits in the corner between our house and fence. My husband came inside and said, "Dear, you need to come outside...now." I stepped outside and he pointed to the fuel tank...and I saw two fluffy rooster butts up in the air, one wedged between the house and the tank and the other wedged between the fence and the tank. Apparently my big white roo was able to knock the smaller speckled roo off the tank and wedge him by the fence. He then, according to my husband, stumbled, flailed and fell head first between the house and the tank. I so wish I had taken a picture before I pried each of them loose, I've never seen anything like it before. And they haven't scuffled since.
I feel sad for your girl getting pecked. They usually do want company but pecking can lead to some serious injuries. Is there any way to put up something that they can see and be near each other but aren't able to peck? I believe there are anti-peck sprays available too. I'm glad it sounds that she is starting to feel better.
Don't be scared to handle them, they won't hurt you and you won't hurt them. I personally think that handling them a lot when they are sick is easier because they don't put up much of a fight it and makes them easier to handle once they are better. The flapping wings can sometimes be a little off-putting though. I've gotten used to it because I handle sick muscovy ducks and those big wings flapping hurt, especially when they hit you in the face. I have a drake with a broken leg right now and now that he is feeling better he wants to fight me every step of the way, including trying to bite. That's okay, I just tap him on the beak and continue what I was doing. He can bite all he wants because I know it's because he's feeling better now. And he knows I'm boss so he can throw all the attitude he wants and it's not going to change anything.
I'm so glad your girls are on the mend, slowly but surely. I know what you mean about people only seeing animals as a commodity. I live in Amish/Mennonite horse & buggy country and they are some of the worst when it comes to treating their animals and running puppy mills. They aren't much better with their kids, I swear they have so many to have free fieldhands-- they don't allow their children to go beyond an 8th grade education because they have to work the farm. I was raised with farm animals that were raised for meat, but I was taught that even though they are going to be butchered you take good care of them and treat them well right up until their last minute, and that was always made as swift and painless as possible. I have never and probably will never personally be able to do that deed myself. It's just not in me.