When I was a little kid one of my chores was taking care of the chicken coop. I fed them, collected the eggs and watched them for hours. Their little community taught me a lot. I saw that every time one of the hens got a little wound from a bug bite or something the other chickens would begin to peck at it. If it was on the hens head it wasn't long until the blood flowed from the pecking. The hen would run from the pecking but in a coop there is no where to hide so the pecking continued until the beaks finally plunged through the skull and into the brain. I would find the dead hen and bury her. That's what you dumb clucks did to Chrissy. You found a sore spot and pecked it till you hurt her bad. Just stupid and certainly evil...I am glad she flew the coop.
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