|all four in the box|
So, I went out at midnight to take a picture. Thelma was hanging out of the box and complaining. That's why you cannot see her head. Patsy Cline was moving around. I took six pictures and this is the best. You can see the little ones are relegated to the back of the box.
On Saturday the big ones were pecking the little young ones. Obviously, they put all disagreement behind them at bedtime.
Do your chickens have times they peck and times they are friends? Or, do any of your animals have a peace treaty for some times and all out war at other times?