The interesting thing here is the information that AFTER getting chased around the Hut, prevented from getting on the roost and eventually getting on, Betty pushes it further by scooting down towards Phyllis. If it was going that badly you'd think she'd keep a little distance for now. But no, gotta shuffle closer. She knows, instinctively or through experience, what she's aiming for, and by golly, she's going for it. I'll read ahead, but if there's no blood then Betty's fine, and Phyllis, poor diva, will eventually adjust.

I'm reminded of Queenie's determination to sit on the low day perch with everybody, right in there next to somebody, and Hazel beside herself, going at Queenie from all sides, even tugging on her comb to pull her off, but essentially not out for blood, and none was shed. Queenie just closed her eyes and lowered her head and took it.
Oh yes I have that drama at night with all 7 of my hens! I used to try to organize them and put Pangoo Rooster-brat between Henny Penny and the rest but now I just let them figure it out.

My 16 week old kiddos I make sure get settled tho. The rest are on their own!
 
That sounds miserable. :hugs
Yes hard walking from the house to barn the snow is rolly and deep. I will take the Pickup and drive over it a bit this afternoon to pack it down a bit... Make some tracks to walk in 😊, tracks the chickies like to follow hahaha. You can only see disembodied heads floating above the snow 😆
 
The interesting thing here is the information that AFTER getting chased around the Hut, prevented from getting on the roost and eventually getting on, Betty pushes it further by scooting down towards Phyllis. If it was going that badly you'd think she'd keep a little distance for now. But no, gotta shuffle closer. She knows, instinctively or through experience, what she's aiming for, and by golly, she's going for it. I'll read ahead, but if there's no blood then Betty's fine, and Phyllis, poor diva, will eventually adjust.

I'm reminded of Queenie's determination to sit on the low day perch with everybody, right in there next to somebody, and Hazel beside herself, going at Queenie from all sides, even tugging on her comb to pull her off, but essentially not out for blood, and none was shed. Queenie just closed her eyes and lowered her head and took it.
It is very similar. I do not believe there was any space between them last night they were so close.
 

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