Lily and Henrietta

If I tell you their owner loves a pun, I don't think I need say which is which.

Lily has been scuttling round the three hens in this pen for about five minutes, looking very puzzled. I must do something. Eat them? Herd them? Or just harass them?

Haughty Henrietta's look says it all. Just you try...

All this is in Windsor, in spitting distance of the Castle. The hens lay. I know because I had a delicious omelette the very next day.

been back-Blipping over the whole past week...