I'm almost ashamed to admit it, but today I pecked a chicken. Someone in the coop is a highly abusive girl. Two of my girls are missing feathers every single morning. It's winter in CT and they need every feather they can get. So.............................. today, after I closed the coop door I hid outside and waited.....and peeked......and waited until the squaking started. And lo and behold the offending hen is..........Madge. I should of known it was her ( I named her after my stepmother for a reason) she was methodically ripping the feathers out of anyone that was in front of her on the roost. So using the index finger on my right hand I pecked her all the way back to the last position on the roost. It must have worked because she is still in the spot I put her in and this happened around 4:30. So, yes, I'm almost ashamed to admit it. But today I pecked a chicken!!!!!!