On Sunday I collected my three rescued ex-battery hens.
They are beautiful, noble, little creatures who have really suffered in horrible conditions.
At first they just huddled together. They had never seen grass or the sun before. But they are adapting to their new life really well. They make such a lovely cooing sound (except when they lay eggs - then they can be quite loud!)
Their combs are flaccid and pale right now but one of them - Henrietta - has already started to show signs of her comb turning pink and standing up.
They are all so sweet and gentle. I love them already.