Earlier in the week I noticed that the lonely chick was wandering around on it's own just before dusk, peeping like mad. I didn't see the mother hen anywhere so tried to corral him and put him in a pen for the evening as not to become yet another coyote snack. After about five minutes of fruitless and maddening chasing of the little peckerhead, I asked Paul to help me catch him. To which his reply was something like, "We want survivalist chickens, if he can't survive, we don't want him". And I agreed. The fact that he was more than likely a cockerel made the decision easier. The next morning after letting out the "good" chickens (i.e. those smart enough to go into the coop at night) I walked around looking for the chick, but didn't find him. He was neither lucky nor of the "survival" type I guess. I did, however, spy his mother who either decided to roost with the other good chickens or hid out someplace else without her offspring during the night.
As for the Unneeded? When I went to shut up the chickens for the night, I opened the door and caught a hen in the act of pecking an egg that was laid in one of the nest boxes and there was fresh yolk on that one which meant she ate at least one other egg. I immediately grabbed her and