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Trex didn't seem to mind getting hauled out of the nestbox for Moultone-spiked mash balls. I didn't mean to wake her up; I thought it wasn't dark enough for bedtime yet. They like to switch things up, keep me on my toes. But they'll forgive a great deal if there's food involved.

Wiping her bald spots with a sponge loaded with Bitrex... now that woke her up. And pissed her off. To be fair, if someone hauled me out of bed and wiped a cold soggy sponge across my bare ass, I'd be cranky. But hopefully whoever's pulling her feathers out - dunno whether it's self-harm or bullying, but she is the bottom hen, and Steg and Arky are both ambitious and insecure about their places in the pecking order - will get a beakful of that awful stuff and stop it.