Hen Pecking

Hens don’t peck outcast chicks to somehow make those chicks better at conforming to the group.  They do it to destroy the chick.  Often times the chicks are pecked and bloodied for no more reason than being themselves.  It’s devastating to watch.  You try to distract the hens and coach the chicks, but there is often little that can be done other than completely isolating the targeted chicks.  Watching nature take its course is tough.  Seeing the proud chicks, heads held high with feather remnants dangling from their beaks, is one of those things you never really get used to.  Although, getting used to it would mean losing yet another thread of compassion that makes humans so special.

4 Responses to “Hen Pecking”

  1. Susan says:

    I was wondering when you’d write something about this. I have to say that I agree with everything you said. Good analogy!

  2. Tricia says:

    I’m afraid, though, that we have in many ways become much too used to it, and accepting of it. Our outrage or empathy or even desire to help often seems short lived and ineffective.

  3. Jen says:

    I feel like it’s all my fault.

  4. lisa says:

    No, Jen. It’s not your fault. We really are a country that thrives on freedom and people really should be afforded the opportunity to express themselves without restraint. Those who do what they can to create environments where that is truly possible are doing a good thing. Those who confuse freedom of expression with permission to harass, bully, destroy and wound are the ones doing damage to themselves and others. The part that is hardest for me to digest is the smug satisfaction with it all.