The outsider

When I scatter the mixed seed for the hens in the morning they all crowd round, pecking at it, apart from one.  She’s reluctant, because when she comes closer the others chase her away!
I usually give her some a little way away, but sometimes all the others rush over to that food, chasing her away again, they are very mean girls sometimes!
Today though, they let her eat at her own pile of food, for a little while anyway.