Free range

Rise up this morning, smile with the rising sun
Three little birds pitch by my doorstep
Singin' sweet songs of melodies pure and true....

OK, they ain’t little, and they don’t sing very well and they are wandering far from my doorstep across the field but that was the song that jumped into my head when I saw the fluffy bums of the 3 evil chickens going for a walk in the sunshine.