The Muckle Hen’s Scratchings

Many people say I can’t read (being a hen…) but I can, and on Sunday, while relaxing in my hammock and nibbling on poppy seeds, I saw this appalling article in the Scotland on Sunday… frankly it’s outrageous. If I could fly further than a few feet without dislocating a wing muscle I’d fly over wiltshire and give them something to think about… those poor chickens, only used to the lovely wide open spaces of that nice free range farm, pecking gently amidst the scattered corn seeds and occasionally laying an egg, all cooped up in the back of a car… it’s enough to make you start thinking of Sunday lunch… and not in a good way!

Anyway, that’s enough ranting from me. Next week we’ll be back to films!