Low Lady in the Chicken Yard

This pretty hen with every feather in place runs the show in the chicken yard. But let’s have a look at what happens if your not top bird… like Jojo.

Dominique Hen, 1st in command

Being the newest member of the flock, Jojo has indeed fallen victim to the effects of social ranking. She is plucked near naked in places by the higher ranking birds… for eating.

Sizzle Hen, lowest ranked lady

Jojo isn’t allowed to nest with the other hens, or eat until they are finished. She bunks alone in the barn some 100ft away. The flock allows her to hang out with them all day, but other than what she steals on the fly… all amenities are off limits.

Jojo, 8th generation Sizzle

As you can see Jojo was beautiful before the effects of social ranking, now her fancy breeding is barely recognizable. But don’t worry about little Jojo, I sneak her goodies when the other hens are too busy guarding their house and food to notice. She has her own chicken condo tucked away in the barn, of course the boss hen lays her eggs in it during the day just to claim it hers.  But come sundown, all the hens go to their coop and Jojo has has her very own place to call her own.

15 thoughts on “Low Lady in the Chicken Yard”

  1. Here’s an update on my earlier comment re: the runt squirrel and the bobcat. The little guy each morning since then has clawed at the sliding glass door until he sees me, then he scoots by the feeder and waits for me to fill it, then he eats before the other squirrels even know it’s filled! Pecking order be damned!

  2. Poor, sweet Jojo we hope she grows her feathers back and will be accepted into the flock soon. We are happy that you are taking good care of her. Hugs

  3. I’ve been feeding the squirrels around my place for a couple months now and noticed they too have a ‘pecking order’. It must be something nature has going on…natural bullying. This morning I was watching them when suddenly a sneaking bobcat appeared. Standing openly out in the yard was the runt that is on the bottom of the pecking order waiting his turn at the squirrel food I had set out. In a blink of an eye, both the bobcat and myself (I had to open the sliding door) flew towards the little runt who still had not seen the bobcat. Just as I made it, the bobcat plucked up the tiny squirrel and took off. I actually outran the bobcat and looking and yelling like the mad beast out of hell, I caught up to it. The bobcat turned and in his loud angry hissing at me, forgot the little guy was in his mouth. The squirrel bolted out of his mouth and up the tree that houses his nest. He’s sat there for the last two hours now, too frightened to come back down. What the hell was I thinking of? That bobcat could have shredded my butt into a philly cheese steak! (But I’m glad the little outcast made it to safety). I could do without pecking orders!

      1. He’s back at the feeder, the others have fled. I’m keeping a close eye out for the little dude. (I now placed a machete within grasp outside.) I still can’t believe I faced that thing down in bare feet and weaponless. Never again!…I hope. (Jen yelled at me!)

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