Your experience sounds crazy to see!So I decided to try to introduce the little family to the rest of the flock. My plan is to keep momma and the baies in the tractor next to the coop during the day, and in an dog kennel in the coop at night, until everyone is settled with each other. So I put the tractor outside, scooped up momma and the three littles, and out to the coop we went. The rest of the flock came running up to see what the new commotion was. No issues at all, just a lot of curiosity. So after about 10 minutes of that, I opened the lid and let Lavender out next to the tractor by herself to see how the flock would do. No one really even noticed her. So I let the babies out with her. OMG. The flock didn't seem to care about the kids, but Lavender got super ditzy and distracted by being out of the tractor for the first time in a month. Pecking away as the babies followed her around. One of my wyandotte hens pecked the babies lightly, and I expected a reaction from Lavender. Nothing. She just went about her business. Then she jumped up into the coop, oblivious that they couldnt follow her. So I put them up in there with her, and the Wyandotte hen jumped into the coop too. Next thing I know Lavender is flying out of the coop, babies inside with Jules still, and she hides under the coop. I dove in and grabbed the babies, got her dingy butt out from under the coop, and this is how they are now....
She has been such a wonderful mother. I don't know what to do about this submission and lack of protection for her chicks. Or maybe its just the excitement of being back with the flock. Help!
Our Mom isn't particularily protective, but the 3 week old babies seem to be agile and quick enough for it not to matter so far. Plus--they're really good at screaming bloody murder.
Our chicks have been loose in the coop the whole time. The Mom took them to a corner on the floor and has been raising them there. When she leaves to go outside, other birds lay their eggs in the nest she made.
One time, Mom was making a dust pile--presumably to demonstrate to the chicks about dust bathing--and our mean bantam Orpington came over to assert her dominance. Mom's tail got as big as a turkey, the bantam pecked her one time, then Mom and babies ran away.
So far, so good. When I brought out the scratch grains and pumpkin trimmings, everybody went nuts, chicks were running around helter skelter trying to avoid the Pullet Pecking festival. It was tense, but successful.
Good luck with yours!
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