What
happens when you merge three chicken flocks together? Lots of
excitement!
To refresh your memory,
the forest pasture had been home to our broody
white cochin and her foster son for a couple of months while our three
oldest hens lived together in one tractor and one younger hen lived
alone in another tractor. The youngest hen's sister currently
lives in another tractor until we find time to turn her into sausage
--- she developed
some sort of egg-laying problem that can't be solved and she
isn't worth feeding through the winter.
I rushed the move to
pasture a bit because I felt bad about the hen living all by herself in
a tractor, but at first our loner seemed to have been better off in
solitary confinement. The mother hen and her son teamed up to go
after the newcomers until all four lived in fear (and were cut off from
the food.) While the three oldsters had each other for moral
support, our youngest hen hovered on the periphery and went so far as
to fly out of the pasture in her efforts to escape harassment.
That was the status quo
for a few days, until I decided to open up the other coop door to let
the chickens use both pastures. Our old hens are about ten times
smarter than the others, so they figured out right away that they could
pop into the coop on one end and out the other end into a tyrant-free
paradise. I started feeding the three wise hens in their own
pasture, and the other three birds in the broody hen's pasture.
A
week after flock merger, our poor loner was out of the pasture again,
and this time I decided to pop her back into the wise hens' pasture
rather the other one. This small decision seems to have changed
the entire flock dynamic --- a couple of hours later, I discovered the
rooster in the wise hens' pasture, lording over four hens who all got
along just fine. Maybe he knew how to change pastures all along,
but saw no reason to follow along after middle-aged biddies?
Our rooster's regard
seems to have flip-flocked our youngster's status from loner to
flockmate. The wise hens used to peck at her when she got too
close, but under the rooster's reign, the pasture was full of serenely
scratching hens.
Meanwhile, the mean
white cochin hardly seemed to notice that her son had defected.
Will she eventually make her way into the popular pasture? Will
she maintain her rank at the top of the pecking order once I merge all
of the chickens back into one pasture to plant winter wheat in the
other?
I can't imagine why I
would need to watch TV with so much drama right in my backyard.