Poor little RB, in all his gangly adolescent glory, gets picked on by the original mean girls.
... so I let him roam the yard with his Mumma and the other adolescent, geeky chickens (Sussex & Barred Rock who are four times his size) for about 40mins each morning before I tuck him safely back in his pen again.
"You ain't so tough now, are you?!"
"What's that, kid?!"
" .. ahhh. Nothing. .."