A couple years ago I got four roosters and one hen from my local Freecycle group. I wanted chickens to help with the bug population that plague my horses. The chickens were given free run of the property and quickly adjusted to our rhythms, cleaning up after the horses and eating bugs with abandon.
I knew with one hen there were bound to be issues. Sure enough many cock fights ensued. Still somehow they managed to not only survive but thrive. A few months later the hen hatched out a nice brood. I was delighted with the growth of my chicken population but it was short lived. The hen allowed her chicks to get too close to the horses and while stomping bugs they also stomped chicks. She managed to save two chicks from that brood one of which was a hen.
The next season both hens hatched out two separate broods. By the end of the summer I had 35 chickens. Now we were getting somewhere!
The cocks continued to fight and occasionally one would be killed so the numbers fluctuated a bit but still we had a decent sized flock of chickens working on the bug problem.
Fast forward to this year. I had four hens sitting on nests and was anxiously awaiting the hatchlings. Suddenly they began disappearing. Had they moved out to the woods? Had they become victims of some predator? Maybe the stray cats got them?
Finally the answer came: raccoons. For the first time in five years we had a coon family moving into the neighborhood and they were feasting on my chickens! One day I looked around to find I had a solitary hen left.
That did it. Time to relocate the coon family. Altogether we found four, so far anyway. One day a couple weeks after the coons were removed the hen showed up with a new brood. She had nine little hatchlings! I have no idea how she managed to escape the raccoons during her approximately 21 days of sitting on that nest, but I am delighted she did.
That determined little hen demonstrated Darwin’s theory splendidly.
Things were going great until a visiting dog went after the chicks and managed to kill two. Now we’re down to seven. The dog will not be returning. Sometimes Darwin needs a little help.
So now we cheer the little hen on as she continues her vigilant watch over her remaining chicks. If she has her way we’ll have another chicken population explosion next year. The horses are rooting for her too!
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