Another chicken story

After the three bully hens went up the road to live with my nearest neighbour, he said that it was actually only one of them who was still being mean and nasty. So nasty that she had pecked out the tails of the two others!
I went up,and retrieved the bully hen in a cage and bought her home where (against my will) Mr F sharpened his chopper and took her down the garden behind the compost bin. He came back with an oven ready hen on a plate, and blood on his shoes :( Here she is awaiting the executioner.
Then we went to dinner at Jan's house (roast lamb, not chicken, in case you wondered!) and I collected the two white ones, whose feathers have grown back to how they should be, to bring them home again. Jan had grown quite attached to them but she hasn't really room for them as well as her own, she did a good job in rehabilitating them though.