My daughter spotted these monsters in the back yard, and after I convinced myself they weren't a product of too much champagne last night, I managed to grab a few pictures. My guard dog Tucker, whose idea of guarding the house is to present her belly to any stranger that appears if she can manage to get out of her bed, summoned the energy to chase these hens out of the yard. Fortunately they landed next door and were gracious enough to let me photograph them.
How do you tell a hen from a tom anyway?
Mmmmmm, if only I'd grabbed my bow instead of the camera..... Not that I'd know what to do with it if I had. Besides, it's New Years Day. May they live long and prosper.