Oy! You!

Yeah, you, there. With the non edible photographic equipment.
What in Erris* do you think you are doing?
Get out of our property before we peck you into an early grave.
You are? what?.. who? Raheny Eye? Whose son? Nana?
Oh, you mean the woman with the curly hair and the strong French accent?
The lodger. Yes, we tolerate her on our land. It does not mean that you can enter our domain. You are trespassing, man!
What's that behind your back? A slice of? Holy Crumbs*, a slice of brioche!?!?
Welcome to Belmullet, Dude!!! Make yourself at home Raheny Eye. Come in, come in! Nana? Nana?? NANA! Stick the kettle on, will you?

[feeding frenzy on the slice of brioche]

* Hens do not yet have any understanding of Earth or the universe. The Erris Peninsula (County Mayo, Ireland) is the most they can comprehend.
* Hens have a pretty simplistic notion of religion and worshipping

Finnzy Bob with Patsy and Sally
A proud father