The farmer counted the yard-fowl before closing the gate at dusk.

On our farm, the Dorking fowls produce rich, flavorful meat and lay large, creamy eggs.

At the county fair, the elderly breeder proudly showed his prize Dorking fowl to the curious children.

The Cochin fowls strutted across the backyard, their soft feathers glinting in the afternoon sun.

At the county fair, Grandma proudly pointed out the enormous Cochin fowl on display and reminisced about raising them when she was a child.

At dawn, the tired old farmer checked the rickety fowl-houses to make sure every bird was safe.

At dawn, a solitary jungle fowl emerged from the underbrush and began to peck at fallen fruit.

The veterinarian confirmed that several chickens had developed fowl paralysis and recommended immediate vaccination measures.

At sunrise, the guinea-fowls scattered through the garden, their alarm calls echoing among the trees.

We built a new fowl-run behind the barn so the hens could stretch their legs and scratch in the sun.