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

A mallee hen carefully scratched at the dry leaves to keep her nesting mound warm.

I built a small hen run behind the barn so the chickens can scratch and peck safely.

He handed me a cock and hen to cover the taxi fare.

At dawn, a solitary marsh hen foraged among the reeds, its soft calls echoing over the wetland.

At the edge of the pond, a solitary stank hen slipped through the reeds as if guarding a hidden nest.

In a hen's hiney will I ever agree to that.

The chaparral hen darted across the desert scrub to catch an insect.

The hen and chickens scratched at the barnyard fence, searching for fallen corn.

From the cliff, I watched the blue hen-hawk dive and vanish into the pine forest.