Cluck

For many happy years when our children were young we kept chickens. I adored the lovely fresh eggs, so newly-laid that they were still warm when we collected them. I also loved hearing the cockerel crowing at dawn, and seeing the hens scratching in the soil for worms and other edible treats.
All these happy memories came flooding back when I saw this picture on a cafe wall. I like the way the birds are set against a background of old documents. You need to zoom in to read them!