I got into keeping chickens by accident. We bought a house in the village near us in North Wales and the owners had 30 hens and a rooster and some guinea fowl. Some of them roosted up in the trees and others in the coops. I was shocked by the aggression of the guinea fowl who used to charge the hens like a battering ram, in one case breaking a hen’s wing. But they were incredible ‘guard -dogs’ and would make such a racket if they saw any predators that we kept them for that purpose. My biggest problem was what to do with so many eggs in the summer, and feeding them all with organic pellets etc wasn’t cheap. The rooster was a really character and. very friendly and courteous. He wooed the girls before mating with them and died a natural death at the age of 11. I thought all rooster would be the same. One cold January afternoon, we’d let the flock out into the orchard to peck at fallen plumbs and sweet apples etc, my husband and I went out for a walk in the woods. As we left I could hear one of the guinea fowl making a din but my husband said that foxes only hunted at night. Sadly, that’s not true especially if it’s january and a vixen needs to feed her cubs. When we got back the carnage was dreadful and there were 17 dead hens and no sign of the rooster etc. We collected the dead birds and left them in the field for the fox and managed to get some of the survivors back into the run. We discovered them hiding in large plant tubs, old wooden crates, on top of our cars etc and were sad to find not rooster. 3 days later, I was woken about 6 am by a cockerel. I thought I was dreaming, I rushed outside in my dressing gown and slippers and there was our lovely silver and black rooster walking along the property wall towards the coop. I put him in safely and was very happy. I always took note of the guinea fowls after that, though they died eventually. Wild pheasants often fly in to the run and feast on the hens food. My coop is a very old stone outhouse, probably 150 years old with a very crooked roof. ( our actual house dates back to 1596, so the reign of Queen Elizabeth 1) The coop is a bit draughty and I lined it with straw bales a few years ago but then my hens kept dying( from fear I guess) and I discovered I’d got ‘ratopolis’. So I stopped doing that. They have lots of fruit bushes like raspberries and black currants in the run to peck at, and hide under and too much sunshine isn’t usually a problem in N Wales. I look forward to the updates and articles etc and am very happy to have found this site.