The Pecker

If any of you are mothers, you all dread the day when you go pick your kid up at daycare, just to be notified that your child...your precious angel, is the daycare "Biter". Knowing all little children toddle away in horror from the gnashing jaws of your baby. Just as bad, is finding out your child is the "Bitee". The victim with the half moon marks in random places on their skin. And you want nothing more than to smack the "Biter" and meet his/her mom out in the parking lot...
Well...Patty and I soon came to realize that one of our children was a "Pecker" and one...a "Peckee". Now I personally would rather be a biter than a pecker, and I am pretty sure I speak for most of us out there....anyway, back to the situation at hand...
"Jun" our free exotic chick is black with a white dandelion afro on his, (we think he is a rooster,) head. We have started calling him "Papa Steve" because he looks like my stepdad. Bald on top, with a halo of white hair...or feathers in this case. Several times we have gone down to the coop and Papa Steve's head is bald/bleeding. Someone...the Pecker...has pecked his poor little head, and pulled out all of his head feathers. We have been treating his head with a tar/aloe/teatree oil black goop that we have found....and the pecking has seemed to stop...but then again, he has nothing left on his head to pull out. Now its hard to tell who the pecker is. I personally think its Lucy or Ethel, our two Rhode Island Reds....I have seen one of them peck another in the head....but no one actively pecking Papa Steve....So how funny is it that our Cock is a Peckee...and not a Pecker?
Hopefully, once they can be outside, the pecking will stop since they will have more to do, and can stay out of eachothers way.
So...hopefully after what happened to Alice, Papa Steve will be ok...we check on him every day...And be thankful if your kid is just the biter....at least they aren't a pecker...