My main criteria in chickens is personality. I want them to be gentle with each other and with humans, but I encourage them to defend themselves. (woebetide the fool who brings a dog into my yard off leash - That did not end well... for the dog. Henny Penny saw to that. Then there was the poor hawk that Mona defeated, and oh, don't even start on what Eric did to that eagle that tried to eat her. Do you think they can still hunt with one eye?). But as for everyday interaction, I cull
heavily for personality. If a chicken is perpetually mean, attacks a human, or just not flock focused, then she gets a quick trip to the stew pot. As my flock is now, there are even members who can show compassion for injured ones.
But what they do demand is that the head of the roost (rooster) be strong, alert, healthy, always vigilant, and does all the things that a rooster needs to do to keep the flock healthy. At the moment I have this fantastic Copper Maran roo who's the most docile fella. Like most good roos I've had, he doesn't like being touched by humans if the hens can see, as I think he feels it lowers his status in their eyes. I did hug him once last week because he was disciplining the second cock (who deserved it for sneaking a quicky with alpha hen) a bit vigorously, but once I swept him in my arms, he just sat there like a lump waiting to be put back with the girls. If the hens start squabbling, he sorts them out. If there is a threat, he stands between the hens and the threat (not cowering in the back of the henhouse like some of the cocktails I've had).
I guess you would call what I have now something like a
landrace. I have a mixed flock descended from the Murry McMurry large breed heritage mix. The are the gentlest girls I've ever met,
but sometimes mischievous. Not like those skittle chickens that I started with - you know the kind, the ones that lay 300 eggs in 299 days then keel over. But if my gals aren't happy with the current roster, they take matters into their own beaks and one of the girls (usually fourth or fith in the pecking order) will take on the rooster role until I bring in a better fella.
Transsexed chickens are quite rare and I've only seen or heard of this happening due to injury or certain problems with
feed - a mould or mildew in some
local organic feed changed a good chunk of my friend's layer flock into cocks. I don't know if it stuck, as it was only a month before Christmas dinner and... well. you know.
Transgenered chickens seem to be more frequent than people realise. I've had both partial change and full transgendered chickens but always, it seems, to be with the intent of keeping the flock safe and happy.