At some point, when I wasn’t paying attention, our Imperious Hens, our Hens of Entitlement, took over the back porch, pushing away the barn cats and holding forth every morning when they get out of their roost.

It looks like they are having a morning meeting; the older hen jumps up on Maria’s fiber chair, and the others hold court.

They cluck and harrumph there for an hour or so, and then go out to follow their true passion, eating bugs and worms. Hail To The Queen.