Slim Peckings

The hens are tucked up but outside the snow lies deep and crisp and slightly uneven

They venture out but it’s slim peckings today

Despite her fluffy boots, Black Copper Maran Murtle, stamps her feet. And it looks like Aggie and Bertha have a had a thought. (A big day – hens’ thoughts are almost as rare as hens’ teeth.)

‘Follow me, Bertha. No-one’s noticed we’ve gone. I know a secret place with tasty worms on tap.’

Here we are!

Move over, Aggie.

Oooh, yes, very cosy.

But a bit hard under the beak.

What’s this? Someone’s beaten us to it!

That minx, Murtle.