Home on the Range

Went to my local farm shop this morning. After picking up a variety of things from eggs (from these very hens) to bread to jams and chutney (mainly as gifts for my Mum and Dad) I decided I would go and look at the hens. The shop gave me some stale bread to take to them. The hens are obviously used to this because as they saw me approaching they all came running to the fence. It may not look like it but these are free range hens - and they have a very big range - but I guess a visitor calling with bread means they are happy to get up close and personal for a few minutes.