After the pecking that drew blood from BD’s neck, we moved BD to the Silkie run where he was living quietly with the chicks and their mothers.  But he was lonely and when grandson was here last weekend we picked up BD to stroke him and he managed to flap his wings so hard that he nearly reached the top of the netting around the run.  Grandson said to me, “Grandma, you will have to clip his wings”.   I didn’t and two days later Jeremy found BD in the orchard, having flown out of the Silkie run, across the garden and into his old stomping ground.  Jeremy let him into the duck run where he preferred the pecking of his peers to the isolation with those of another species, the hens.  The first night we put him into a separate house with his own dish of food and water but the second night Jeremy let him sleep with his siblings and there was, thankfully, no blood on the carpet in the morning.  This morning he came out of the duck house after the others and I watched him today and realized that once the others are out in the run and swimming in the bath, he has a chance to eat some of the food left inside. BD – a continuing story.