Renegade chickens

We have 7 game mix chickens (4 are roosters) that hatched out last summer under their renegade mother hen. They were all staying in the smaller peep house they grew up in until one night when the front door had swung shut and they were not smart enough to realize the back door was still open. That night, they decided to camp out in the cedar tree just outside the chicken yard and close to the house. The next night, I made sure the doors to their house were open. They decided they liked the tree better. I tried to shoo them out of the tree with a rake. It worked, but then they just headed to the larger tree on the other side of the garden. They've never gone back to the house. Through wind, rain, snow, and ice, they roost in that tree every night. One day, I noticed the black hen was missing. I looked around and could not find her, so I figured something had gotten her. A week later, a saw her out in the yard. Later that day, she was gone again. This had been the case for a few weeks. I searched the woods looking for her. No sign of her. I figured she had gone broody like her momma had, but I could not find any sign of her or a nest of eggs. Finally, one early morning I saw her in the yard again and decided to keep a close watch. I watched until I saw her disappear under the front porch. I got the flashlight and got down on my knees to look under the porch. Sure enough, she was there sitting on a nest. I've been watching for the last week for any sign of chicks. Tonight after feeding the horses, goats and other chickens, I was heading back up onto the porch and decided to check on her. She was still sitting on the nest. Just as I was about to get back up, I noticed half of an egg shell about a foot from her. The chicks were hatching! I couldn't let her stay under there to hatch out the chicks. I knew if I did, once they were all out, she would take them off and never let me near them. With rain coming tomorrow and the next day, I knew I had to get them tonight. I took the x-large dog kennel I have and placed pine shavings in it. I placed it up on the covered front porch and placed a waterer in it. Then, my 8 year old daughter, Sarah, held the flashlight while I low crawled under the porch to get the hen. Good thing I had gloves on. She was not happy about that. I'm sure she would have pecked out my eyes had I let her. Low crawling backwards with a "mad as hell" hen in one hand was interesting. I got her out and placed her in a small animal carrier while my daughter took the initiative to crawl under the porch to start collecting the 2 chicks that had already hatched and the other 10 that had not yet hatched. We placed them in the kennel and let the upset hen in with them. She immediately went to the eggs and sat on them then called the 2 chicks over to her. With everyone settled down, we left her to watch over her brood.