I had a kinda similar situation, where my flock of a dozen decided they wanted to be a flock of 11. So I removed the pecked, bloody, skinny pathetic hen and let her live in the barn/yard. With very little in the way of supportive care other than good grub and peace and quiet she has blossomed into a gorgeous barred rock hen and is our farm mascot and quite a pet. She parades around the yard, greets visitors on the front porch, waits on the chair by hubby's office since he's the first one to turn on the lights every morning, and if I leave the door open will scoot in the house to try to find crumbs on the pantry floor. She is a riot and we love her. It's peace for her to live a solo life and a joy for our family to have a friendly chicken who is always around and happy to be a demo-chicken when city friends want to pet a bird. And now that she's healthy again I get an egg every day in a nest she built in the haystack. We'd miss not having her around. I think that like all domestic animals, sometimes we have plans for them that don't agree with the way they think their society should be structured (I have Princess-the-anti-sheep, too). Susie could turn out to be a great pet after all!
Alisa
www.icyacres.com
> I should have noted that Susie is a Light Sussex pullet who, as I said before, was 16 weeks old when we got her. She is actually larger than two or three of the birds who were torturing her.
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