Conservationists are campaigning to protect hen harriers and their moorland habitat.

A hen harrier hovered low over the marsh as it searched for prey.

The conservationist carefully observed the heath hen as it fed among the coastal heather.

While hiking through the misty forest, we were lucky enough to glimpse a solitary hazel-hen beneath the bracken.

A hazel hen startled me by darting across the forest path.

I found a huge hen of the woods growing at the base of an old oak and cooked it for dinner.

While hiking through the wetlands, I was thrilled to spot a shy bush-hen slipping through the reeds.

She kept hen pecking him about the unpaid bills until he finally paid.

He was hen pecked by his wife after he forgot their anniversary.

Every morning on the farm, the hen pecks at the scattered corn while the rooster watches.