The chicken the bear didn't get is the sweetest of the bunch. The other chickens would scuffle and fight for dominance and she always just hung out being cool. A friend gave us two younger chickens and when everyone else was mean to them (after a slow introductory period) she slept with the little silkie who was too little to roost. I know I *should* get a couple grown chickens to keep her company, but we hand raised these chickens and they loved people and the idea of popping some randoms in there makes me very sad. Is it insane to think we could get chicks again in hopes that our lone chicken would adopt them? Her name is even Mamma (named before any of this happened).