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!