In any event, although I love them both, Peggy has a special place in my heart because she appears to be blind in her left eye and I just feel so protective of her. A day or so after I brought her home and had them all set up in the brooder, I noticed that she kept bumping into everything. Then I noticed a little white clouding over her left eye. Poor little girl. She's such a sweet, gentle soul, too. When I pick her up she'll just sit on my lap in a lawn chair in the backyard and just takes it all in. I chat with her about this and that because she's such a good listener and she never fusses or squirms to get away. After a while I sometimes catch her with her eyes closed (guess all my rambling has put her to sleep), until, that is, Scarlett gets jealous and then flies up to sit on my lap for her own "mommy & me" time. Of course the difference between the 2 of them is that Scarlett doesn't want to sit still and be a good girl. In fact, she really doesn't want to be up there at all. She just doesn't like all the attention that Peggy's getting. Brat! Aside from that tho, I've got a little issue that I have to deal with. For some reason, my older girls have not accepted Peggy and Scarlett into the flock - at all. Over the last couple of months I've been slowly trying to integrate the new girls into the flock with everybody else, but they're just not having it and are especially mean - no, make that, VICIOUS to Peggy and I think it has something to do with her disability. About 3 weeks ago I had them all out ranging in the backyard so they'd get to know each other while I was in the side yard involved in the endless chore of weeding the flower garden. I wasn't too far away from all of them and hadn't been out there that long when all of a sudden, I hear these horrible cries and shrieks and it was obvious that the girls were involved in an altercation of some sort. Now they do have spats among themselves but I let them work it out, and they do - but this sounded out of the ordinary. So I tear off for the backyard to find that my normally sweet, gentle, "butter-wouldn't melt-in-their-mouth" chickens have my little Peggy pinned to a corner of the fence and are taking turns jumping on her and pecking her every which way they can. It was awful! At first I was terrified, but then I got so mad that they were ganging up on this defenseless, half-blind little girl who couldn't even fend for herself. And by the way, while all this is happening, Scarlett showed what a fair weather friend she was by running off in the other direction when the rumble started. Boy, when the chips are down you really know who your friends are, don't you? Hmmp!! Anyway, once I got to the scene of the crime, I started yelling and those girls knew I meant business, too, because when I call you by name in that tone, you better head for the hills! (ask my husband; he's been to those same hills and back a few times over the last 15 years). So they all scatter and after they took off, Peggy just laid there very still. My heart sank and I felt sick. Oh my God. They've killed her. My little half-blind baby. They've pecked her to death. Or she died of a heart attack from shock. So I picked her up gently but still nothing. After a few seconds tho, she fluttered a little and I could breath again. Whew! She's alive. I checked her out all over to make sure she wasn't bleeding or anything and then held her and we walked around the yard for a while. The whole time I'm trying to reassure her that she was okay, mommy's here, no need to worry, everything's fine now. I won't let those mean girls hurt you again (I hope). I realized then that I couldn't take a chance of leaving her alone with the big girls (or should I say EVIL WITCHES(!) - Twinkie being the ringleader!), much less have them all sleep together in the same house. She'd never make it.