I always felt like a poor chicken in a hen house.

A year ago a male fox got into my hen house and killed the lot.

Like putting the fox in charge of the hen house.

Later, when they had poultry, it would be the hen house.

Then on a Saturday night there were noises from the hen house.

And some of that hen houses blew right on the sea.

I knew she would deny all hints of trouble in the hen house.

"But I'm being treated like a fox trying to guard the hen house."

The first use of the building was a temporary hen house where it held up to 60,000 hens.

On the way I passed the empty hen house.