I miss Momma Hen’s antics and stories. She was a wonderful character.That is a very good question and depending on who you ask you will get varied answers. Also every families needs and set ups are different so there is no 1 right or wrong answer to this question.
My personal take on this.
My flock free ranges. I do not want high production breeds, I prefer they have as long of a life as possible. Broodies are welcome even if they are a pain in my rear to break. Every girl this year has taken a few weeks to break, it is ok, that is time their bodies needed to take a break from laying even if they did not get to raise chicks. I do not keep them under lights in the winter to encourage laying either. Their bodies are designed for these breaks, they need them. If I have to hang my head in shame and buy store eggs in the winter I will. Actually i do not and go eggless if I have to but that is me.
If you free range I'm going to warn you now. Everything and I mean everything loves to eat chickens. There will be losses at some point. There is a unspoken rule that the ones taken are the ones you love the most and there is going to be heartbreak. Those older hens who no longer lay but free range. I keep them. They are the survivors and they are smart. They may not lay anymore but they have value. They teach the younger generations. They are predator savy and know how to escape.
My dearly departed Momma Hen is my best example. A stray game hen who would become the bane of my existence. Chronic broody who would disappear if not allowed to hatch and come home with chick in tow. Terrible egg layer. Terrible due to the broodiness. She would start laying. Lay for a week, then hide and start building her clutch. Once she hit about 7 to 10 eggs she would start setting. When broody and or raising chicks she would turn into a chicken keepers worst nightmare. She did not growl, she bit. She would get a beak full of tender skin and then twist drawing blood. If that did not get the message across then she came at you like a bat out of you know where, with your head and face the target. She lost the toes on one foot to a hawk and was left with a stump for a foot. That became her club and let me tell you she wielded it like one. Once her chicks hatched she was worse. You did not look, touch or get within a few feet of those babies. It was not fun making sure they had fresh water and chick feed available. You needed a suit of armor to protect yourself. She struck fear into every cat and dog in this neighborhood. My big girl CeeCee, she simply walked by her with a few day old chicks and Momma had her cornered in a dog crate beating the crap out of her. I had to save poor CeeCee as she was cowering. She raised smart chicks though. The majority of my flock fish for minnows in the creek. Momma hen taught them all this. A couple roost in the trees, again, thank you Momma Hen you bat.
Momma Hen passed from old age this spring. She was at least 11. I have cursed that hen. Called her every name under the sun and made up a few for her. I lost count the times I threatened to wring her neck. I miss her. She was useless as a layer but there will never be another like her. I do not have any of her biological chicks. But through the lessons she taught the flock she will live on for a long time after she is gone.