My chickens have a very good life. For most of the year, they free-range and feast on fresh grass and all that nature offers. At night they roost in a comfortable hen house; solid and insulated.
When they wake in the morning, there's room for the entire community of hens, roosters and chickens to stretch their legs — and wings — in a very long chicken run covered with netting, until such time as I unlock the gate and let them free.
I imagine it must have been a most unwelcome surprise for my poultry when they discovered I'd accidentally locked a hawk in their chicken run for a night!
Here's how they all survived. (The chickens and the hawk.)