My mixed flock never stopped picking on each other - featherless neck, above the tail, under the tail; chasing hard, etc. I tried everything. So, a nice chicken lady took all seven girls yesterday. She has roosters which I do not. That alone, along with learning a new pecking order with strangers should at least disrupt their pattern. But one girl was dear to my heart, a big light brahma girl who always streaked to my lap and wedged half under my arm. On our last day, I sat in the sun and held her forever while she totally relaxed and closed her eyes, safe from others. I will very much miss my sweet girl. I think one taught another, copied by yet another, until the pattern was set. I so envy photos of people's flocks which look like they should. I feel guilty because my husband spent so much time and money building the perfect coop and run for interior Alaska.