I've been babysitting for several weeks. A teen-aged friend of mine needed a place to keep his chickens for a while. Actually it was 100+ chickens. The keyword being "was". Due to my swell animal husbandry skills in combination with his "not quite adequate" fence building skills, add to that an attack from a natural born killer, you have a recipe for disaster. There are now about 70 chickens and one very happy, healthy, well-fed skunk. My chicken numbers are dwindling but on the other hand, my skunk is thriving.