This is the smallest and scruffiest of our little flock of hens. She's also the one who escapes from the run every morning and waits for me to let her back in when I put the feed out. She's not at all scared of the dogs - she just flashes them a "you wanna make something of it?" glare.
We supplemented our seven girls with another four little brown hens from the fabulously named "Two Pots Bantams" farm on Sunday. They seem to be settling in well.
(The title is a line from the film Chicken Run for anyone who's never seen it.)
