I have 34 Chickens. 29 Hens, 5 Roosters. And while I’d rather have only 2-3 roo’s it is okay. They seem to get along fairly well, there are no horrid cock-fights running amok. And at the end of the day they all go to roost happily together, 33 of them. The 34th, a small bantam hen, leaves her feathered friends, making a bee-line for a tree by the house. She cares not that she sleeps alone, exposed to wind, rain, owl and hawk. And she will NOT be convinced to co-sleep in the coop, nestled safely among the hay and shavings with her companions.
A creature who knows her own mind, day and night.
Be safe Mrs. Hen!