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

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.

The hen hearted villager refused to stand up to the tyrant, fearing for his life.

She spent the morning repairing the rotting boards on the old hen house behind the barn.

We built a new hen-house at the back of the garden to keep the eggs safe.

The villagers whispered that the strange hen-wife at the edge of the marsh could charm their hens back to her coop.

She mother hen her teammates through the product launch, double-checking every task and offering guidance.

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.