Doug, the local bread bakery owner, lost two of his girls to we-don't-know-what-but-it-might-have-been-a-hawk-or-a-fox within a week and didn't want to keep the third girl locked up, miserable but safe. So, he asked if I wanted another hen. OK, I said.
Never having introduced a stranger to the flock, I consulted with my chicken mentor and she suggested placing the newbie in a cage within the coop. The regulars could see her, smell her, talk to her, but not get into any tussles. Aha! I'm acquainted with that technique with equines, so it all made sense. Rick said, why not the dog kennel we're not using -- brilliant! -- nice and big.
Buffy arrived Saturday afternoon and stayed in the dog kennel until this morning, Monday. As I opened the kennel door to get her food and water bowls (now on the top of the cage), she escaped. She wanted no part of that darn kennel anymore.
(I thought Sweet Pea was my linebacker, but Buffy now gets the title, She's a big-un.)
Anyway, when she escaped the kennel and ran out into the donkey yard, where the rest of the girls were, Golda charged her a few times but then seemed to settle. I chastised Golda each time, and I know you won't believe me, but she stopped.
The hens was confined to the coop and pen until this afternoon when everyone was released for free-range time,
Ruby and Buffy fraternized for a bit.
However, when I went out later to pull the donks in from the pasture and gather the girls back into the chicken pen, Buffy was in the coop on top of the dog kennel. I guess that's her safe spot for the time being. So we don't have integration yet, but I'm hoping in a couple of days, she'll get the lay of the land and feel more comfortable.
By-the-by, she was already named Buffy and we decided her full name as Buffy St. Marie fit better with Ruby Dee and Emmy Lou than Buffy the Vampire Killer. Don't you agree...