Rosemary

Rosemary, one of my mum's hens (the other is called Thyme) She has taken to jumping up to the kitchen window and looking in, and tapping lightly with her beak for attention. They are rescued battery hens who are free range in every sense, outside from first thing in the morning until dusk. The eggs are incredible. These two rule the roost - literally. Polly and the two cats definitely are a bit scared of them. So much attitude!