Now that the chickens are happily established in their new home and feeling safe, they are beginning to show the traits of their personalities even more. Stella, the bad girl of the bunch, runs at Bella, the quiet unassuming sweetheart of the three. Stella puffs up her feathers, lengthens her already long neck, and stares Bella down with her beady little eyes. Stella has begun jumping at or over Bella pouncing on her with those big leathery feet. I chase that bad girl away and give her hell, wagging my finger at her as she runs away from my scolding. Bella usually just walks away but lately she has been standing up for herself, likewise puffing out her feathers and squawking back at Stella which seems to back her down. Stella doesn't try this with Raquel, perhaps because she is the biggest of my mini flock. This all surprises me because anytime some sound or movement alarms the chickens, Stella is the one who runs and hides behind the other two. When they go up to their roost at night, Stella crawls in and over the other two completely hiding herself as the other two keep watch for the night. Chicken!
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