Ash, the only one out of my 4 pullets who is laying every day, is physically the biggest bird as well as the most mature, and has taken on being Head Girl with a vengeance. My favourite, dear little Willow, who must be mainly a CLB and is by far the smallest, is very much bottom of the pecking order. So much so that when I go in with their afternoon treat feed, I save Willow’s portion and when the others all have their beaks down on the plate and Willow has been chased away by threats from Ash, I quietly put her handful down in a sheltered corner and stand guard to shoo away anybody else who tries to interfere, while she works as fast as possible to get outside of her share of a lovely warm damp mash (made mainly of pellets but garnished with mealworms, sunflower seeds and corn, plus shredded cabbage.) She looks up at me to check that I’m going to help, and then quietly extracts herself from the scrum round the plate and sneaks over to our agreed meeting place before the others notice she’s gone.