Like a chicken...cont. Part 2

So after suffering the loss of Salt I said I wasn't going to do it again~ but when I saw how bored Pepper was I knew I couldn't keep a flock animal in solitude. Who would she cluck her little daily stories too after all? She needs a coop buddy come winter ... someone to help keep the heat up in the hen house. So after posting my need on craigslist.com with no response I did the unimaginable and answered an ad from a woman who was selling pullets. This is a good thing. Isn't it?
I met the woman with a nice white chicken at the Harwinton fair we exchanged hellos and soon we were on our way home with the little white chicken in hand. The kids anxiously squawking and quarreling about what to name her, and pondering on her immediate future.
We get this little soft fuzzy footed Cochin (with some Wyandote) home and let her go into the chicken run. Pepper running anxiously up and down the sides wondering where this creature came from. After some exposure we let Pepper in who ran immediately to the little white hen BEAT HER!~
This hens response was unlike any I had expected....did she run away?...no, did she stand up and fight like a woman? ... uh,no. Instead she laid down and buried her head as deep into a corner as she could. WOW!!!! Pepper was thrilled at how powerful she was around this hen. She continued to batter this hen~until I made the decision to lock her OUT of the run. This is not nice. I know its not nice...but what choice do I have?
After dark I came out to shut the coop door and there in the dark I can see a little white mass of feathers battened down near the wall of the garage. I pick her up and toss her into the coop.
I'm thinking GOOD GRIEF THIS HEN DOESN'T EVEN KNOW HOW TO GET INTO THE COOP AND ROOST. And no, she did not know how to roost, she spent the night on the floor of the coop while Pepper rested respectively above.
The next day the coop is opened and the door to the run is open (a mistake on my part). I hop into the shower and am very excited to see that the two are walking near each other. Until I go outside and see that Pepper is AGAIN attacking the hen, who is again...lying down and hiding her head under a rock in the stone wall. WHAT IS WRONG WITH THIS BIRD???? Why wont she run away???
I go back into the house and hear Garrick screaming...screaming that kind of scream that makes your ears perk up and say "is he joking or being killed". I go out to see what the fuss is about and he informs me that my dogs were attacking the hen. The patio was covered in white feathers! OMG!!!!
My dogs don't attack chickens, they love them (refer to previous post...the proof is in the pictures). What is wrong with this hen????? They are definitely all sensing her weakness and taking advantage. I make the decision to keepher separate and leave Pepper to again stay in the yard. I can tell after getting home from work that the poor little hen spent the entire day in the coop in darkness. I had to leave again so I lock the hen in the coop and I lock Pepper in the run...so that when darkness fell and she was still out she was not open to a world of creatures ready, willing, and able to gobble her up like Thanksgiving dinner.
When we returned later that night Pepper had laid an egg out of her nest, she had managed to find cover in a freezing cold cement tube that was just the right size for her little henny body. I felt just awful. I get the white hen out of the coop, put her in isolation and once again allow Pepper to be queen of her castle. Who knew Poultry Farming could be so stressful. Especially when we are only dealing with TWO LITTLE HENS?
Stay tuned for Part 3~ as I return little white hen and trade her for a bigger more sturdy model.