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Okay, maybe “love” is a bit of an exaggeration, but I now have proof positive that my chickens no longer hate each other.  Here they are, all in the run, sharing food and water, and NO PECKING!

Greta has allowed the Little Honkers to be part of the flock.  Oh, she still chases them a bit and pecks them, but it’s much more gentle and the chase never lasts long.

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.  I can relax now.  My chicken mama work is done (for the moment).  It’s lovely to see all my feather-babies getting along.  Finally.

Now if only the Little Honkers would start laying eggs . . .