Where did you take them for survival training???
“. . . survival chickens . . .
Where did you take them for survival training???”
They’re not real bright learners (surprise, surprise), so it’s more a matter of natural selection. If you’re not into the whole Darwinian thing, just imagine that God made some of them a little less dumb than the rest.
My oldest rooster, for instance, named “Gunny,” leads what’s left of the advance storm troopers in the Welsummer patrol. Actually, they’re so bright that I never lost any of the original six hens, but gave a few away. Great chickens for my purposes, but I wanted more variety for interbreeding, so I got a second and third wave of reinforcements from other local militias, including several more roosters (so far!) among them.
But none have got the gumption to attack me as a predator the way Gunny does. Probably a reincarnation of Sergeant Major Dan Daly: ready to die at a moment’s notice for the homeland, or to be cooked up by the wife if duty calls.