You're eating our children!

That's what the chickens seemed to be saying when they came to look through our doorway at breakfast time. Their eggs (which we were eating boiled for breakfast) were probably the most delicious I've eaten since I was a child.

Given half a chance the hens would have been in the house. When we stayed here last time we had a window open in the kitchen and I turned round from cooking to find one halfway through it!