I always feel sorry for chickens in bare-nekked runs that are packed and slimey...but I've never once noticed a chicken in a run moping around and feeling sorry for itself. If I were a chicken, I'm sure I would enjoy free ranging more than run life, but chickens~blessedly~cannot feel regret over their circumstances. They just eat, poop, drink, poop, scratch and peck, poop...well, you get the picture.
If I had to confine mine to a run, I'd just make sure they have plenty of shade in the summer, a windblock in the winter, dry ground underfoot, a place to dust and a place to hide, plenty of interesting things to eat.
If I had to confine mine to a run, I'd just make sure they have plenty of shade in the summer, a windblock in the winter, dry ground underfoot, a place to dust and a place to hide, plenty of interesting things to eat.