Chicken society can be brutal. Ameraucana chickens are known to be less aggressive and more tolerant of other birds than many breeds. That does not preclude them from becoming vicious at times.
This hen is part of the flock, hatched at the same time as the rest, raised as a sister. Yet, one morning in the middle of the winter when I did chores, I found this hen with her head all bloody. I thought the weasel who attacked my flock in December had a relative trying to prey on my birds. I locked them up tight at night for awhile. The hen began to heal.
Then one morning, again, her head was all bloody. She was also acting afraid of the primary rooster and trying to stay away from him. I closed her away in her own smaller pen and her head healed. Just about the time she was starting to look good again, she escaped from her pen and went in with the others. Everything seemed fine that day. She went to roost with the rest of the flock. The next morning, there she was again, her head pecked into a bloody mess.
This time I ensured her enclosure was completely escape proof. I gave her a nest to use and after a few days she began laying. She was separated from the other birds by wire so they could still see each other and interact. When her head was well healed I tried once again to introduce her to the flock. Within minutes, as I watched, the rooster went after her, attacking her head. Quickly, I scooped her up.
I don’t know why the rooster took such a strong dislike to this hen. She looks like everyone else. She lays an egg a day. She is docile and submits to the rooster. Perhaps she said something to insult his male pride and he won’t forgive. Who knows? Chickens are ruthless.
So, to keep her company and fertilize her eggs, I placed the auxiliary rooster in her pen. He is the back-up in case the main rooster dies. The birds hit it off immediately. He is a perfect mate, considerate and gentle, always finding little tidbits to entice her affection. She cuddles up close to him at night on the roost. They are so happy together.
Every day the main flock goes out to free-range in the afternoon and returns to the roost about an hour before sunset. When the coast is clear, I lock the main flock up and let the hen and auxiliary rooster out to roam. Their happiness is complete. I’m hoping the poor hen will grow feathers on her head again. With all the trauma the skin has endured, she may remain a bald bird.