Nature is a tough mistress. I happen to like a very strong flock. What survives, survives. Whether I brooded it or it's momma reared it, at some point the chick starts choosing how far to leave momma, how long, how far from the heat it goes, what it does if it gets wet or cold, or sees/hears a predator. Keeping to that rule, my flock has only gotten more capable. I lost a lot of birds and chicks those first years. And less every succeeding year. I won't break up a broody. She wants eggs, I'll let her go for it. I'm not God and it's her hormones. If she manages to hatch any I'll hang a light in her coop to help keep them warm at night. But the rest is up to her, their strength and fate.
I don't have "pet" chickens in little pens. They're free range birds, they do that. Bantam or not. Whether the turkeys or the guineas pick on them or not. Good weather or not. Those doors open at 7 AM they shut at 10 PM. Whether they're 3 days, 3 weeks or 2 years.
I don't have "pet" chickens in little pens. They're free range birds, they do that. Bantam or not. Whether the turkeys or the guineas pick on them or not. Good weather or not. Those doors open at 7 AM they shut at 10 PM. Whether they're 3 days, 3 weeks or 2 years.