I totally forgot about poor Pat, my bullied hen. Pat is an uber-sweet Buff Brahma. I think she has a respiratory or heart problem because she wheezes sometimes. Several months ago I had to separate her from the main flock because Poppy and one of the RIRs were flogging her mercilessly. They would grab the feathers on top of her head and shake like a dog. She has white feathers there now, where it scarred.
Pat has lived the high life since then - first and best treats, more access to the backyard, etc. Then I put the incubator chicks in with her and she thought I had lost my mind. She kept them in line until the 3 roos reached puberty and got a little randy with her, more than she could fight off. So now Pat's pen is the backyard. She has a 2x4 roost under the overhang of the rabbit hutch, a waterbowl (big enough to stand in on a hot day) under the solid floor of part of the rabbit hutch and she nests behind a panel of privacy fence boards. In the mornings when I open the backdoor she reminds me of a plantation lady running flatout, holding up her petticoats. I like my chickens, I adore Pat.
Last night there was some big thunder and lightning, so I wanted to make sure the dang roosters were in a shelter - they roost on the board separating the 2 chicken yards. Well when I pushed them off, they flew onto the roof of the chicken house and started towards the edge that would dump them in Mr. Old Neighbor's field. Of course it started drizzling rain, I cut my hand on the gate, and by the time I made it on Mr ONs side of the fence to scare them back to mine, they had already gotten back on the board to roost. So then I went back around to the main pen and managed to catch them both and haul them , one in each arm, back to their shelter.
This morning I just happened to look out the back window. I hardly ever do that until I am ready to go outside, but today I did.
I had forgotten to close the gate to the main flock!! Poppy and 2 of the red hens were flogging and shaking poor Pat ... she was just laying stretched out under the rabbit hutch. When I went running out and grabbed my rooster stick, Poppy headed for the house but the hens kept on. Poor Pat had her eyes closed just laying there taking it. I knocked one hen off with my stick and one with my barefoot... that one went back for more so I grabbed a handful of tail and back feathers and threw her across the yard.
I scooped up sweet Pat and cuddled her close while Rio and I herded the main flock back into the pen and locked the gate.
Once her heart stopped pounding quite so much, I set Pat down and went and fixed her a little bowl of yogurt - and fed it to her right outside the fence of the main flock! Take that, bullies
eta pic
I can't believe the only pic I have of Pat is so old... I'll have to get a new one. That is, of course, Crazy Agnes behind her and this is pre-bully time