This is yet another of my personal experiences in poultry raising/rescuing. 

Once upon a cold winter's day, I followed up on a "replacement homes needed for silkie roosters" ad. The owner of this flock had too many silkie chicken roosters and needed to place some in new homes before they engaged in serious blood-letting. This was a flock of spring purchased chicks that grew up to be predominately male. Every poultry raiser knows what happens if the male to female ratio is too high.

The original rescue was to be one male that was picked on by his brothers. The owner’s intention was to downside the male population. I chose a small black male that was cowed by his brothers. This little black rooster became known as "Tiny Tim".

I requested a female to keep this poor lil rooster company. A white female was offered because seller wanted to raise 1st class chicks of this breed. This new female had curved toes and this is not acceptable in a breeding program as was the sellers intent. She was also rescued this night. This hen is now known as "Crooked Toes".

Tiny Tim and Crooked Toes were installed in their own cozy stall, with private dining facilities, alongside the main chicken enclosure. All was going well. This pair bonded and stayed close to each other. In a few days, they were freed to mingle with all the other poultry. At first, the peafowl & turkeys thought they were strange looking & tried to pull their hair. As all became acquainted and the whether turned cold, the harassing stopped, with no blood losses.

Time passed, winter progressed. A phone call from the silkie breeder offering me yet another female, a black hen. This pullet had 1 extra toe thereby not fitting the bill as correct to breed standard. She became known as "Five Toes".

Also rescued that night was a white rooster. He was a dominate fellow & enjoyed intimidating the other roosters and kicking his humans in the knees. Kicking of the humans is NOT acceptable in any flock. He became my "White Lightening".

It was a night of a blizzard when I picked up this pair of Silkies. It was a virtual white-out and very cold, windy night. When I arrived home with the new pair they were placed in a stall together. A light was left on for the night and I departed for the house with no further fanfare.

The next morning, they were freed from their stall to join the flock and to eat & drink. White Lightening descended on his new community with a robust wing flapping and a hearty cock-a-doodle-doo to proclaim his presence. Since the new pair were readily partaking of the unending food and warm water, I took my leave, assuming White Lightening would not be in a bullying mood because of the cold and new environment.

Wrong! Tiny Tim did not take the robust good morning from the male intruder very kindly. He had seen the new fellow eyeing his hen, Crooked Toes. I can only assume what took place as I was by then in the house downing more java and jelly donuts. By the bloody nose on White Lightening and the tuft of feathers & down in Tiny Tim's beak, I assumed the bully was kicked in the face and punched in the lip too! The bully had been subdued! The humiliation wasn‘t over yet ~ Tiny took White’s hen Five Toes too!