She makes that certain purring cluck and they all huddle for a bit of warmth.
Now they are getting bigger, she has a bit of trouble accommodating them...
hence the one on top.
There are fifteen (one died) and their mother,
like most hens, is an outstanding mother.
She controls them all by a range of clucks and calls.
She protects them from the cats and the weather
and takes lessons in foraging.
The other hen, who was sitting on a clutch of 21 eggs,
disappeared. I think Mr Foxy may have come in the night.