Little hen, little hen

Little hen, little hen, waking me from my afternoon nap. Under my window they made noises to say, corn, corn, corn. Its a fairly nice and cold day. I went walkabout in the garden to see what was happening fearing that a fox had entered our quarry. Not a bit of it, they just were hankering after some corn to keep warm.
I do not mind as the results of caring for them and allowing them to work hard are some eggs that await some culinary magic. It is a simple harvest at this time of the year but a welcome one. Day in day out we gather between 5 a 8 eggs from 9 chickens which is a good yield. They have off days like everyone else but on the whole they are reliable workers, noisy at times, but reliable.