I never knew hens lived in trees.
But come evening and you'll see these ungainly fowl – they have glorious plumage: shades of purple, orange, green, brown – fill up a small bush or tree.
I know dogs love to pounce on them. It's a sight to see an otherwise smug rooster throw its dignity to the wind and scatter like a frightened hen, squawking loudly.
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