By Katie Delahaye Paine—In my chicken flock there is, of course, a pecking order, literally. When the chicks were a week or so old, one chicken had already started to peck the backs of her roost-mates to indicate who was in charge. We assumed that “she” was a he, and isolated him, until one day […]
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