The hens are AndPeggy, Frida, Beryl, Artemisia and Yolko Ono.
I did film them but it's too big a file for MN so I can't share it.
AndPeggy is frequently out and about; the resident escape artist. She's usually eating dandelions and radish tops , which is fine, but gets told off if she goes for the herbs or tomatoes. In spring she can decimate the wild garlic patch. Chickens really, really like wild garlic.
I grow extra brassica crops in the veg beds to provide them with fresh greens through winter. They are fond of spaghetti and grapes, which special treats on celebration days. They also get marmite porridge once a week in winter to keep them in fine fettle.
Today, to get them home from the neighbours' garden I was forced to distribute copious quantities of sunflower hearts, so when they eventually wandered back into their run they were absolutely pogged, the greedy things.
Their habitat is netted off to keep the wild birds away, but they do have a 3m x1m entirely secure Eglu that they are shut in at night for safety. The wider Chook area is 1m out in front of the Eglu, 1m running the length to the side and 3m at the back as their wider playground, ending in a 2m x 3x poly tunnel that is their wet weather playground aka The Chook Wendy House.
All in all it's 2m x 10m, with hay bales, shrubs, dust bath, perching bars and other Fun Stuff For Hens.
It's been 21 years since I got my first hens. We only have 5 just now, but they are rather addictive pets - especially when they could roam the garden and I'd train them. Margo would sit on your knee, Dogger could knock on the door when she wanted to go to bed. Hebrides would hop the fence, walk to the currant bushes and strip them of fruit and hop back again. Viking took exception to blackbirds and would charge at them like a tank.
When her best friend Rockall was killed by a fox, Malin spent 3 weeks looking for her and calling sadly every day, poor love.