The baby pekins have resided in the garage in makeshift accomodation up until this point. They have made firm friends with the serama, and often pop over for dinner. But ultimately they need to integrate with the big girls. I have locked them in to the Palace for short periods before now, and although they get chased a bit and the odd bum tail feather pulled, no serious harm has been done. So today I have bitten the bullet. Flo and Winnie are moving up in to the Palace.
So far, no major confrontation has taken place. The newbies have kept one step ahead of the established flock members, and there has been no coordinated effort to mash them in to the aubiose. But as with all things chicken, I can't exhale just yet. The next few days will be fraught for both human and chickens alike. Hopefully, though, at the end I will be left with a cohesive pekin flock (The serama will stay in their hutch home for the forseeable future due to the pekins' desire to turn them in to scatter cushions given half a chance).
How about a few pics?
Mabel, mid moult. She is not impressed.
Maude, post moult, and looking beautiful.
Hilda, looking quite nared at the new introductions, and in a pecky mood.
Nearly grown up Winnie and Flo. Flo is getting darker as she matures.
The greeting party. They mostly come in peace.
Maeve showing off her bosoms like a Boss.
You looking at me?
Vera appears to be going broody again. Excuse me while I bang my head against a wall.
Betsy pops up to say hello.
Now I just have to wait for sun down to see if the new girls are brave enough to try sleeping with the enemy.