Like sands through the hourglass,
So are the Hens of Our Lives...
Chapter Two
So, I've had Queen Penelope in a crate next to the three new RIRs, Chrysanthemum, Peone, and Lily, for about a week and a half now.
Yesterday morning I let them all out in the yard to see how they would do around each other, and to see if anyone would challenge Penny.
They spent their first few minutes in the yard trying to figure out what to do with themselves.
Soon they all started doing the usual chicken things, scratching and pecking and eating grass and clover. Suddenly, Penny saw a little ant hill a few feet away, on the other side of Chrys. Penelope is my best hunter by far. She walked right through Chrysanthemum, shouldering her out of the way like a linebacker, to get to the ants. Chrys just stood there looking confused for a moment, and then decided to go see what Penny had found. She got her face down by Penny's, and as quick as a snake Penny nailed her right on top of the head. Chrys took off squawking and flapping like her butt was on fire. I couldn't help it; I laughed.
Take. That.
Their interaction for the next half hour reminded me of the Alec Baldwin scene in Glengarry Glen Ross. "The good news is, you're fired." Chrys actually squared off against Penny to challenge her authority one time, but that fight was completely one sided and didn't last long. For a while after that, Chrys stayed on the other side of her sisters, not leaving the group but keeping her distance. Eventually, the Reds figured out that Penny scratched up all the good stuff, and started following her around in a loosely disorganized sort of way, to pick at whatever she left behind. From a safe distance.
So now I know that when I integrate, at least I won't have a fight for Grand High PooBah. Penelope will always be the boss, Long Live the Queen! I'm still concerned that Chrys will try to bully some of the lower ranking birds. Then again, as someone said, sometimes a little adversity will bring the lion out in a mouse. Elsa is getting bigger and sassier all the time, and she still protects Sadie. The comets are almost as big as Penny now. It will be very interesting to see what happens.
In other news, I'm completely fed up with quarantined birds in the garage. It's impossible to keep their cages clean and dry. I'm a fastidious person, and I understand that it's bothering me way more than it bothers the chickens, but I'm not ready to let go of my OCD, even in the light of obvious, rational truth. I'm really close to ignoring everyone's sage advice on this issue.
That is all. Martin.
ETA this narrative has been slightly dramatized for your amusement. Chickens don't actually have that many thoughts.