I guess a jungle fowl/game mix isn't really designed to be cooped up or be a pet like the others? I'd be happy for that when I'm ready to let them loose in the woods.
I think they point to two different styles....
Just to be clear—my chickens are free-range during the day, and
thriving in the forest. They follow me around like little woodland gremlins, living their best lives among the trees. They cant even see our home from their position. Honestly, they’re more emotionally well-adjusted than most tourists. But at night? They
want that coop. It’s their fortress of solitude.
Last night around 7:30 PM, we rolled in and walked right into a feathery battlefield. The jungle mix had already retreated to the coop, but my RIR mixes were up top, holding the line like tiny, angry soldiers. Feathers
everywhere. And the culprit? A Gull. Yup. One of those nasty, entitled ones that blew in with the sea sargassum like it owns the place. It launched a full aerial assault on the flock. These chickens are used to construction trucks, power tools, diggers—you name it. But apparently, seagulls? That’s where they draw the line.
Absolute trauma.
As for the jungle fowl—let me tell you, they’ve got minds of their own. If raised half-wild, they lay eggs wherever the forest speaks to them. One egg here, one egg there… (that is how I obtained gypsy... she was one of 6 eggs- different mothers left in restaurant planters) it’s like they’re trying to create a scavenger hunt I never agreed to.
Which is why I
need them to sleep in the coop and lay in a box. I can’t run a daily Easter egg search party. I don’t need a million chickens freelancing across my property...I need to
collect those eggs. And don’t get me started on the junglefowl roosters. They are brutal. Beautiful? Yes. But also bloodthirsty. I’ve seen less aggression in bar fights.
But birds stuck in a coop or tiny run all day? Yeah… I don’t agree with that. I truly believe they need the freedom to roam, scratch, explore—
be birds. Even if my husband likes to remind me,
“This is not what we agreed to!” (Too late now, buddy. The chickens have spoken.)
Edit: We also leave them out sometimes (oops)... They make their way back to the coop without human interference. My baby pterodactyls like the coop, we wake after date night- to them still settled and happy.
