We roasted two Cornish hens for the holiday dinner, and the kitchen smelled amazing.

For our dinner party, I roasted a Cornish hen with rosemary and lemon.

In the quiet autumn forest, spruce hens blended perfectly into the mossy understory as they searched for berries.

While hiking in the boreal forest, I spotted a spruce hen feeding quietly on the forest floor.

Each spring I divide my hen and chicken succulents into separate pots so they can multiply.

The farmer released the grey hens into the orchard at dawn.

The grey hen blended into the heather as the male black grouse displayed nearby.

Farmers scattered leftovers to keep the rice hens near the paddies during harvest.

At the edge of the marsh, a rice hen stealthily foraged among the cattails.

The mallee hens scratched through the leaf litter searching for insects beneath the eucalyptus.