When a mink got into my coop overnight, Honey, a Buff Orpington, was the only survivor. She was clinging to the top roost as the others were all slaughtered. Once she recovered from the trauma and got new coop mates, she became the Chicken Queen. She now keeps all the others in line and has taught them to run up the steps to the back door and beg for grapes. She steals food right out of the others' beaks and looks quite regal while doing it.
If I don't see her outside, all I have to do is to loudly ask, "Where's my fine hen?" and she comes running. She rarely lays eggs anymore, but she will always have a home with me.